I Put A Spell On You

closed. Nana Cora, Nana Violy, and her childhood friend Reinald discussed how to surprise

rted singing the happy birthday song. But Selen did not move an inch and kept her eyes s

, wake up!” s

heard Nana Cor

all know that Selen is awak

her to suppress her laugh, but her friend continued tickling her, and soon,

hands. She turned her gaze to Nana Violy, who was smiling at her. And lastly,

they said in uniso

kled her nose

said somberly. “H

ebrating my birthday, yet you still bot

er last breath the moment she came out of the womb. She was an orphan since day one. She grew up under the care of her two

-first birthday,

the bathroom and

bathroom door. They were still i

teful witch,”

id Nana Violy. “If I were in her

h this burning candle in this

down, she saw her pet, Lulu. The kitten kept bumping o

t meowed

g me a happy bir

en above her head.

t celebrate my birthday.

served when Selen

reakfast since he is here.” Nana

the greetings out of it to make it look like a

, and then turned to her. “You are twenty-one n

st choked

Nana!” she whined. “I don’t want to get mar

Your sole responsibility is to produce

hand. “I volunteer

nd slammed it to his head. “Shut

Reinald pou

brother to Selen. She doesn’t like the idea of turning friendship int

y, Reinald, but I’d like to ke

e was in pain. “I never thought gett

en very vocal ab

do. But they respected them and treated them nicely through the years. That was the reason why she and Reinald became best of friends. And even though his entire family mo

d.” Nana Violy fished her phone out of her cardigan’

the phone from

ating site is a tra

oly’s eyes wide

rs create an account under a false name. And not only that, some pre

d Nana Cora. “There’s a big chance to find a sui

forehead

l concoctions and do w

ut their abracadabras and post it online,” said

s, morons.” Nana Cora smiled. “A flower shop a

nds great,” R

d like she could not stop her Nan

help us find a good p

with a wide grin pl