by Rose Pressey
Chapter Thirty-One
When we reached the foyer, I wanted to shove her back into the living room. Isabeau had just stepped off the bottom step and was staring right at Misty. I continued on toward the front door. Maybe if I ignored her she wouldn’t speak to Misty.
“Oh hello, I’m Isabeau,” she said with her sweet southern voice flowing like honey from her lips.
When I turned around, Isabeau was sticking her hand out toward Misty. So much for ignoring her.
“It’s nice to meet you, Isabeau. What a beautiful name.” Misty took in Isabeau’s full appearance.
Isabeau beamed and looked at me, then back to Misty. “Thank you. It’s been in my family for years.”
“You must be a guest here?” Misty asked.
Isabeau looked at me, then back at Misty again. “You could say that. Halloween and I are old friends.” She plastered a fake smile on her face. “Aren’t we, Halloween?”
“Oh really? Are you from around here?” Misty frowned. “You look so familiar.”
Isabeau waved off the question with a flick of her wrist. “Oh, I lived here a long time ago, but not recently.”
She quirked an eyebrow questioningly. “Did you go to Enchantment Pointe High?”
“No, as a matter of fact I didn’t. I was a child when I lived here.” Isabeau was growing impatient with Misty’s questions.
Misty was so snoopy. Why didn’t she just drop the topic? And Isabeau wasn’t helping matters either.
“My Great-Aunt Maddy and Isabeau’s mother knew each other. Isabeau hasn’t lived in Enchantment Pointe since she was a child. Isn’t that right, Isabeau?” I glared at Isabeau.
If she didn’t go along with my story I would for sure kick her out on her butt.
“Yes, that’s right,” she said with a fake smile. “Hallie and I know each other from her aunt and mother.”
I smiled. Isabeau had just saved her butt.
“Oh, is that right?” Misty said, looking a bit confused. “Well, it was nice meeting you.” She waved her hand. “Where are my manners? My name is Misty Middleton.”
“I know,” Isabeau said.
I shot daggers at Isabeau with my eyes.
“What?” Misty frowned.
“You told me before.” Isabeau batted her eyelashes.
Now Isabeau was just messing with Misty. She knew she hadn’t introduced herself.
“I did?” Misty asked with a confused look.
“Well, it was nice of you to stop by, Misty. Let me know when you have more details.” I ushered her toward the front door.
She kept glancing over her shoulder at Isabeau. “Yeah, I’ll let you know,” she said, distracted.
“Nice to meet you,” Isabeau said in a sweet voice.
When I’d practically pushed Misty out the door, I turned around and glared at Isabeau.
“What’s for breakfast? I’m starving.” Isabeau flashed a wide grin.
“After what you just did I shouldn’t make anything for you,” I warned with a wave of my finger.
She stuck out her bottom lip. “What? I was only being polite.”
Yeah, like she was only being polite to Nicolas and Liam too. She couldn’t keep her hands off them.
“Just don’t let it happen again,” I warned.
She glared at me with one of the evilest looks that I’d ever seen before. It sent a chill down my spine but I wouldn’t let her think that she was intimidating me. I stomped off toward the kitchen, hoping that she wouldn’t follow. But she walked along behind me, her presence a constant by my side. Having a sit-down breakfast with Isabeau, Liam, and Nicolas should be interesting.
I still couldn’t believe what had just happened. Even the Coven had now taken an interest in my new badass witchcraft skills. What a crazy turn of events.