Lillie Damon looked out the window of her cottage. The lightning in the night sky lit up the tree on Rose Garden Plantation. Wind whistled through the trees. Thunder echoed with a loud boom. She was determined it was a perfect night to cast a spell on her lover, Paul. She walked into the bathroom. Lying on the counter was a comb that Paul used to comb his hair. The hair was from his comb.
Lillie walked onto the back porch and brushed the dirt off the bottom of his shoes. She went into the yard. Burnt a picture of him and gathered the ashes. She was sitting on the floor with candles all around her. The flicker of the candles created shadows on the wall. She placed the hair, dirt, ashes, and two small nails into a bowl. She began chanting the words of the spell while mixing the items. The bowl became too hot for her to hold. She placed the bowl in a pan of water. Steam rose from the bowl as the words spelled Rose Garden Plantation out. The candles, one by one, went out. She knew the spell was in effect. Lillie had seen Paul and Jennifer.
Jennifer's lips were lecherous and begging for a kiss. As Paul leaned into her, his lips touched hers. He had experienced nothing like it before. Lillie walked into the room and spotted Paul daydreaming. There was nothing he wanted more than to escape reality. Lillie asks, "What are you thinking?". You are thinking about her. Don't think about her anymore. I'll slap you. You'll have something else to think about then.
Lillie served Paul his favorite meal. He was in pain with a headache. Lillie enjoyed watching him. She knew the cruse was working. He had been thinking about Jennifer. Lillie offered to bring him a headache powder. Paul took the medicine. After taking the medicine, Paul felt lightheaded. The room was spinning. He became nauseated.
Lillie took Paul by the hand and walked him into the bedroom. She gently unbuttoned his shirt and stroked his chest. Paul laid his head on the pillow. The room was spinning. She unfastened his belt and removed his pants. Paul suddenly could not move. He was suddenly in a deep state of sleep. Lillie attempted to arouse him. She was unsuccessful. Lillie had planned to have an intimate night with him. She wanted to make him forget about Jennifer.
Lillie lay in the bed with him all night waiting for him to wake. When Paul awakened in her bed, she began gently running her finger through his hair. She kissed him on his neck and cheek. Paul showed no interest in her. She became angry because he was not perceptive of the sexual advances. Lillie knew she could never compete with the beauty of the young maiden.
She called Jennifer. "Paul is my lover. Leave him alone or you will face the wrath of a scorn woman." Jennifer responded, "He loves me and doesn't want you anymore." Lillie realized that now this would require more spells to be cast. She wouldn't allow another woman to have her lover.
Jennifer worked at the Art Gallery in the center of town. I knew the gallery for displaying and selling art by an aspiring artist. Lillie walked into the Gallery with a painting she wanted to be displayed. Her painting was a beautiful young maiden dressed in a flowing Red Evening Gown with ruby slippers. Everyone can see the painting on display at the gallery. She saw the beauty of the young maiden; when she first looked at the painting. The painting became the Centerpiece of the Gallery by an anonymous artist.
The owner knew who painted the picture. Lillie transformed her body to look like a beautiful young maiden. The transformation would last for thirty minutes. She walked across the street to the coffee shop. Her next victim would be the man that walked in. An old man with gray hair in his seventies walked inside the coffee shop. Lille invited him to come and sit with her and enjoy a cup of the best coffee in town. It filled the shop with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. The aroma captured the senses of anyone that enjoyed a cup of coffee. The aroma made the coffee irresistible. Everyone in the shop was drinking coffee.
Steve was happy to have coffee with her. He wanted to share his memories with her. He had no one to share it with. They sat and talked while drinking coffee. Suddenly twenty-five minutes pass. She left the money for the coffee and politely excused herself.
Time was running short, and the transformation would end. She walked outside behind a tree and the transformation ended. She now looked like herself. Lillie walked back inside the coffee shop. Steve was still sitting at the table, enjoying his second cup of coffee. She sat at the table next to the one they were sitting at. She waited patiently for Steve to leave. Once he left, Lillie moved to the table they were sitting at. She took the cup Steve was drinking out of into her hand. She stroked the rim of the cup while chanting a spell.
She then left the coffee shop and followed Steve. He entered the Art Gallery. When he came upon the painting of the beautiful young maiden, he gazed at the painting. The painting transformed him into a memory of his beautiful wife. Jennifer walked up to him to discuss the painting. When Steve looked upon her, it transferred all the love for his wife to her. As Jennifer looked upon the face of Steve, an uneasy feeling consumed her body. She knew he was looking at her with lust in his eyes.
Steve asked Jennifer to have dinner with him at the Emerald Palace. The Emerald Palace is the most exclusive club in town. To be a member of the club, they must invite you. Prestigious people are in the club. He promised her a night of champagne, dinner, and dancing. It would be a black-tie affair. He would pick her up in his limo and take her to Boutique Arena to pick out the perfect dress for their night. Jennifer declined the dinner with Steve.
Steve was determined she would be his wife. Jennifer gazed into the painting. Tears were running down her face on the painting. It was wet from the tears. She looked at the painting while leaving the gallery. The beautiful maiden had a smile on her face. A red rose was in her hand. Suddenly, Jennifer smelled the aroma of roses. The entire gallery smelled like roses. She knew that the painting was not a normal painting. The painting had special powers.