It turned out that the reason why El had ghosted on the day of my return from Makeh's abode was because she was in recovery. She had only spoken in Makeh's land because of the high magic energy level of that place.
It had taken two extra days of Laura's magic-infused foods to kickstart my Other into active service again. Right now, she was commenting on the fluidity of my foster mother's magic as the latter made the finishing touches to the dress I'll be wearing to the queen's party.
Diana's dress laid beautifully idle on the table beside her, admired by its beautiful owner.
"Diana, be careful not to touch it," Laura snapped at her for the second time in the past fifteen minutes she had allowed us to enter this part of her workshop. We hadn't been allowed in since she started the creation—and I could see why.
Beautiful wouldn't even begin to describe the dress I was seeing.
