Nothing happened. It felt like nothing happened. She thought as she flipped open the pages and she started to see words. Words, actual words. Old words, but word nevertheless. Written in Italian, some parts of it were in English but mostly Italian. That was good. she would read it anyways. Some of them were inchorent, starting off like some mumbling, she couldn't make any sense of them but the more she read the more she began to understand. Her great grandmother was writing about the story of her life, before she met her great grandfather. I was born during the war, a long time ago. My parents were long gone, the war felt like it was drawn out for ages. I went to so many places, saw so many deaths, it was brutal. It was cold and hard and I was in a new world, where I had nothing to do but adapt. I joined a band of witches, but they quickly sensed I was not like them and tried to trick me into a ritual where my power would be theirs. That was

They had returned to town, with Viola heading straight back to her grandfather's home. Leonardo had been silent all through the ride home. She rode with him and his sister Selena.He didn’t talk to her, he was mute. He must have been really angry with her. But Viola couldn't help it, she partly blamed him. Ria would have not tried to attack her if he wasn't with her in the first place. How many more women like that would Viola have to deal with? She wondered has she sighed. Ria had attacked her out of jealousy and envy, Viola didn’t even have an idea of her existence.  Her mind went to Gwenda Mae and she shivered at the thought of the witch waiting for her at home. If not that her grandfather wouldn't listen to her, she would have asked him to dismiss the witch. Her great grandmother Eudora didn't like witches, that much she knew, Viola didn't think it right to associate with

 "I'll come see you at home. Don't worry. I just need to sort things out with my aunt here. She's short on staff and she wants me to help her till she gets back on her feet." Lyra said and Viola nodded. "I understand." Lyra shrugged. "It gives me time to find a real job and explore Milan at the same time. I'm killing two birds with one stone." "Yes. And if you need any help Lyra please let me know. I know you don't want me meddling, but I'm sure they're a few people I can call who can get you a job back in America." Lyra sighed. "You know that's exactly what I'm avoiding. If not my parents would have found me a job by now. Don't worry." "Besides I'm enjoying myself here. I kind of like it here. She said as she looked around the cafe and tried to reassure Viola. "I

Her Nonno was back, Viola had a lot to talk to him about. Especially after what happened with Gwenda Mae.  The witch was petrified, even after Viola had tried to calm her down telling her that she wasn't going to expose her to her Grandfather, Gwenda Mae was finding it hard to trust her. She had no other choice but to trust her though, her grandfather would ruin her if he found out Viola knew his secret plans. And Viola didn't know the limit to what he could do. "Welcome back Nonno. I made you some snacks, your favorite." She said as she set a tray of panzerotti and panelle on a tray. He looked up from his phone and stared at her. He shrugged off his coat and gave it to Bruno who nodded at her and left shortly after.  "Did you make these?" He asked and Viola shrugged. Well, she didn't exactly make t

“A wedding in six weeks?!” Leonardo exclaimed and Viola rolled her eyes. Why was he acting so brand new? “I thought you knew already? Why do you sound so surprised? Your mother did mention that the wedding was going to be rushed.” His mother butted in at that moment with an evident frown on her face. She stood up quickly and smoothened her hair. “Exactly!” “You know what? I’ll leave you two to it. I’ll have Selena call you both up when it’s time for dinner.” She left and it was only Leonardo and Viola in the room with an uncomfortable silence. Leonardo looked at Viola again, he had been taken aback by it all. The wedding, the wedding dates. Especially when he had spent the past few nights with Vanessa Romano. He had tried to resist her, but he was still caught up in her seduction. Her feminine wiles and deception. Strangely, he didn't want to be with her anymore, but yet she had found his way into his bed. Maybe it was the alcohol. He had decided to give in, one last time h