She approached me slowly, and the cauldron I held dropped out of my hands. Agatha called out for me, asking what had happened, and she came inside the kitchen—the two of them face to face.
'What the heck is going on here? I mean, are there two Agathas now?' I murmured.
"Paulina! I know it's you. Rid my granddaughter of that curse and let them return to earth," Agatha said.
"Paulina? Are you telling me I've been getting help from that hostile woman?" I asked.
Paulina smirked at me, then said the magic words: "I shall return to my old self!" like magic, Paulina was standing before me. She pulled me closer to her and snatched the doll from me.
Before I could fight back, a pop of smoke appeared, and then Paulina Villaneuva and Mila disappeared.
"You and I are enemies, and it pains me a lot to say this, trusts me! The only way to defeat Paulina is for us to work together," I said, gagging at the thought of working together with Agatha Durham.
Agatha Durham, the woman who destroyed my future, my family, and me, made me lose everything I've ever loved. I'm going to work with her to save her granddaughter. I'd rather die, but Mila needs me.
'Yes, I'm doing this for Mila Anderson! Mila, you're why I'm willing to work with your grandmother.'
Agatha and I had been wondering about these words for a long time. Lord knows how long. Agatha tapped my shoulder. "Let's rest here for the night," she said.
"No, I must save Mila. She's a young girl, and I can't let her end up like me," I reply.
Agatha's gaze dropped to the ground. I noticed her fiddling with her fingers. "You must be feeling guilty, but you know what you deserve," I said.
I decided to start moving because I wasn't waiting any second for Paulina to do anything to Mila. I know what she's doing because Agatha transferred my youthful soul into the doll, and slowly, she was using all of us to stay young—-she turned our mothers into hideous monsters.
My father, Richard Caldwell, Agatha, turned him into a crazy man who had been living in the streets until a pack of wild dogs ate him alive. My mother became Crideo, and my sisters got turned into dolls—-I was the last to join that fate. However, I'm the only one who can escape, and now I must do whatever I can to save Mila.
Then, suddenly, I overheard the screams of a young girl and followed the noise. I stopped upon seeing a little girl who looked similar to Mila. I called her name, and she turned around—-- "Mila, How did you escape?" I asked.