Isabella Martini - POV
"We are here to meet the witch," Sofia whispered, just as the woman approached us. She looked like she was in her mid-forties, with light brown hair and a petite body. She looked youthful for her age.
"Hello ladies, what can I get you today?" she asked us while I managed to smile at her.
"We would like to buy half a dozen rosemary cookies," Sofia said. The smile on the woman's face gradually faded before she looked at us both intently.
"Of course, let us go and have this talk in my office," she suggested and started walking towards a door that was next to the glass displays of cakes. She opened the door and waited till we walked inside before she closed it again and locked the door.
"Which pack are you from, dear?" the woman asked as she removed her pink apron and hung it behind the door before she took a seat on her chair while we took a seat opposite her.
