Mabel lay in her bedroom, her gaze fixed on the ceiling as the night descended and darkness gradually consumed the day. She clutched Mrs. Bunnies tightly, staring into its crimson orbs.
The color reminded her of the Red Witch, filling her with embarrassment and regret. How could she have spoken to Isabella that way? She had no genuine interest in potions, and now she regretted her outburst.
Suddenly, she couldn't contain her frustration any longer. Mabel kicked the air and buried her face in Mrs. Bunnies' plush body.
She shifted onto her stomach and let out a muffled scream, her voice stifled by the stuffed doll's embrace. What would she do tomorrow? Surrendering to Isabella was not an option; her pride wouldn't allow it.
The bedroom door creaked open, and a tall figure entered, shrouded in shadows. Mabel's eyes lit up as she recognized her father, Duke Caius. With boundless excitement, she shuffled to the edge of her bed and beamed at him.
