"Hello, Princess Beryl," Misha said with a smile. "It's so good to see you again."
Bel looked left and right, still unable to believe her eyes. There was no way the Yellow Witch was standing right in front of her. "Yellow Witch! What are you doing here?" Bel was surprised she hadn't lunged at her, pulling the witch's blonde hair, but she was still stunned by the situation unfolding before her.
"Yellow Witch?" Misha chuckled. "I haven't heard that name in years. My name is Misha."
"I don't care!" she yelled. "How dare you show your face to me again?"
"I am sorry, I told you this before, didn't I? I truly didn't mean to hurt your sister."
"What—" Bel paused and shook her head. It was not her place to try and comprehend what was going on. She needed Misha out of here. "How did you even get in here?"
"The door," Misha said and took a step closer.
"I'll scream if you come any closer. Get out!"
