Chapter 19
A Toast to True Friendship
Antoinette and Sacry, having faced down the enchantress, share a moment of relief and renewed friendship. They reflect on the absurdity of their adventure and the perils of 'movie magic'.
Antoinette swirled the champagne, the bubbles tickling her nose like a mischievous pixie. Across the small, slightly scorched table, Sacry mirrored her gesture, a genuine, un-enhanced smile gracing her lips. The air in the tiny café, miraculously intact after their encounter with the enchantress’s rather dramatic exit (which, Antoinette suspected, involved a lot of glitter and a poorly timed teleportation spell), hummed with a quiet contentment. It was a stark contrast to the frantic energy that had defined their lives for what felt like an eternity, but was probably only a week, give or take a few accidental temporal shifts.
“To us,” Antoinette declared, her voice thick with emotion, or possibly just the lingering scent of burnt sugar from the enchantress’s attempted fiery finale. “And to never, ever trusting anyone who claims they can make you a star overnight. Especially if they offer you a contract written on parchment that smells faintly of regret.”
Sacry chuckled, a sound that was blessedly, wonderfully normal. “Or anyone who knits a scarf that unravels into a prophecy of doom. Honestly, Antoinette, your mother is… unique.”
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