The coven

~Timbre~

Upon entering Anne's apartment, I anxiously rubbed my arms. Her place was beautifully cozy, adorned with an abundance of lush, thriving plants.

The living room exuded a subdued ambiance, with a hint of mint lingering in the air.

In one corner of the living room, there was a secluded couch embellished with crochet artwork, accompanied by a standing lamp. It felt like an entirely different world within her apartment.

Noticing my gaze wandering around the house, Anne chuckled, capturing my attention. I smiled softly and asked, "What's amusing?"

She responded, carefully placing Marie on the polished wooden floor, "The expression on your face while you were looking around. I often get that reaction when people visit."

Curiously, I inquired, "Do visitors come by frequently?" She shook her head and replied, "I'm quite selective about who I invite into my home, Timbre. It's a principle I've always upheld."

She lightly patted the sofa and kindly said, "Here... have a seat." I nodde