Miranda Saxon, queen of the witches.

Phoebe drove herself and grandma Mayfair to work in the brand new yellow car. The new car smell was just as sweet as that of new bank notes. She hummed happily all the way to work.

Upon arrival at the cafe, grandma Mayfair made herself busy behind the counter immediately. They had received ten large orders and they had clients waiting for coffee and pastries.

Phoebe and the ghosts helped as well and in less than hour, they handled the morning rush then continued handling orders.

At around nine, the doorbells chimed and in stepped a woman that Phoebe recognized immediately. There was no way she could ever forget the cruel Miranda Saxon, not even if she was reborn a thousand years later.

She had no smile on her face, but a cruel smirk which indicated that she had not come to play. Phoebe could smell trouble wafting off of her from a distance.