The blonde-haired witch

Abigail's POV

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"Who is she?" I thought to myself as I saw a blonde-haired woman in the living room, she didn't seem to notice me, maybe it was because she was so engrossed in her phone.

The growl of my empty stomach jolted me back to reality, the hunger pangs reminding me of the reason why I was here.

I wanted to prepare my own snack rather than impose on the kitchen staffs. They were already working hard, and I did not want to add to their burden.

"Maybe she is a guest," I said to myself and decided to go straight to the kitchen, Henry warned me not to speak to any strangers that I found in his home unless he told me to.

And she was a stranger so I turned my back on the stranger and walked away, my footsteps echoing in the marble-floored hallway.

"Stop right there! Didn't you notice my presence?" The woman asked, her voice a bit harsh.

I turned back to look at her, noticing her hazel eyes and incredibly large breasts that didn't seem to complement her frail body figure.

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