At first, Lorenzo didn't recognize her. She looked totally different from the last time he'd seen her.
Her hair was shorter, her outfit was more chic, and that foul odor that oozed from her body was now nonexistent.
She was cleaned up nice. Too nice.
Who was housing her? Who was she frustrating this time around?
Whoever it was deserved to be checked up on and see if they were okay, because he knew firsthand what it felt like to be at the mercy of this witch.
Slowly, he approached her, taking in her appearance from head to toe.
He had to admit that she looked somewhat pre—
No, PRETTY wasn't the word he would go for.
TOLERABLE. Yes, tolerable would better describe her appearance.
However, that wasn't the matter at hand. . .
Why was she in his house again?! And settled in like she owned the place?
