Male Enchantress

Mrs grace walked out of the cemetry. An umbrella was over her head which was held by her personal guard, to prevent the drizzling rain from touching she walked towards an expensive car with the driver waiting readily at the door for her. it was opened when she got close to the door. She slipped into the warm expensive interior of the comfy car and the door was shut softly. She removed her recommended glasses and placed it on her laps. Her long jet black hair was shiny and tied into a bun. A single strand not out of place.

The car glided smoothly into the dark streets leading to her mansion located in the suburbs of the city.

Today was a sad day for her. The day her twin daughters died In a plane crash which took place a year ago. Life could be cruel sometimes. Her husband Damian had left her months ago despite their previously " crazy in love kind of life". 45 years old mrs grace was sad and always dejected, she had very few friends, barely smiled. The richest and youngest woman in Miami, men greatly sought after her, she never had the time for that anyways. She sigh and rubbed the diamond ring on her finger. It wasn't just any ring. It was her special ring, never left her finger ever since her mom had given it to her on the day of her wedding with Damian. She caressed it sadly, wishing she could have her happy life once again.

Suddenly.... her ring began to glint. A line of shiny silver light began to glint off from her ring, silver dusts falling off and fading away. She widen her eyes in shock. It only happened once in a lifetime. And it meant only one thing, she had found a pure breed, another lady, capable of bearing her enchanting powers.

"Stop here!" She told the driver and the car stopped immediately. The door was opened seconds later by her personal guard who was in another car and trailing behind. she stepped out and the umbrella was raised above her head again. She looked around the dark street. Her ring was pointing an arrow like silver light towards a direction. With the umbrella over head, Mrs grace walked towards where the light was pointing to. The light was only visible to her, no one else could see it. Her black heels made click-clark sounds as she walked towards the direction of the pointing light. It was leading her to a large refuse dump.

"Mrs grace?..." The guard called in concern, discomforted by the foul smell emanating from the waste site. She ignored his protests and continued walking closer to it. she stopped as she saw a shocking sight in front of her.