I had no appetite, despite the delicious aromas floating around me. The main pavilion was now full of tables, stuffed with witches serving a variety of foods from all different cultures. I just couldn't bring myself to focus on dinner.
Shenka bullied me into a long, black velvet skirt and silk blouse, my witch's uniform, the replacement pentagram necklace Mom gave me hanging around my neck. My second even put my hair up for me.
"Now you look the part," she said while Sassafras snorted.
Didn't help Meira joined him in laughing. Charlotte, too. Nice of them to come and share in my misery, offering casual suggestions to "improve" my appearance. After the little run-in I'd had with Quaid, the last thing I wanted was to go through the dog and pony at a formal dinner.
"You have to go," Shenka said, Meira linking arms with me despite her height advantage, looking as stunning and scary as usual.
"Mom needs us there," my sister said. "Besides, I hear you're the guest of honor."
Blech.