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The next morning, as Roslin sat down for breakfast, she searched for a potion that could cleanse someone who had been enchanted or poisoned. This potion was crafted by Melarrlnia, and Ferlin had warned her to use it wisely and never disclose its existence, as they had sacrificed much to create it.
Just as she was about to enter her dad's room, she heard him come home and quickly retreated to the kitchen. She felt anxious about explaining her late night out.
"Roslin, you're back!" he called out.
"Hey, Dad."
"So, you didn't mention how the date went."
"Really, really good! Oh my god, he read me a classic tale."
"Nice to hear that."
"Dad, I want to know if I've been under a love potion."
"You feel that? love?"
"Dad, don't embarrass me!"
He took some rock salt, muttered a spell, gave her a potion and tossed it over her.
"No, you're not on a curse, starling," he said, visibly thrilled. Roslin covered her face in frustration and ran to her room.
"God, Dad, don't embarrass me!"
The next day, after another romantic date, Loviyan dropped Roslin off. She noticed he was walking too fast and asked him to slow down.
"Is this slow enough?" he teased, moving half an inch farward.
She laughed and playfully hit him on the chest. He placed his hand on hers, and she looked up at him, her heart racing.
As she leaned her head against his chest, he wrapped his arm around her and asked, "Are you going to ask me something?"
"What?" she replied, tilting her head back to meet his gaze.
"Are you going to invite me to your place?"
Laughing, she moved away from him but then grabbed his hand, leading him along.
The next day, while taking out her diary, another book fell onto her foot.
"I totally forgot about this diary!" Roslin exclaimed, recognizing it from her picnic. She hadn't told her dad about it and had hidden it in her room. As she read, she discovered it was about magic and an ankle ring that could make you fly.
The box contained sets of boxes filled with a wand, hair, potion mixes, a crystal ball, paintings, few crystal chains, nails, and hats. One entry described a boy who loved exploring magic but tragically died. She realized it wasn't just a novel; it was a journal of a witch who had fallen in love and created love potions but never had a chance to give one away because she faced few problems.
Fascinated, Roslin took the diary to work and noticed several books in a room that bore the same mark. She brought the first book and went home and find out the witch's name is Niloria, she lives in Nyxlork.
She opened her diary and began writing poems about Loviyan:
"I never thought I would find someone who loves me like I love them. We go to the tree every day and spend so much time together that I lose track of the days. It feels new every time. He surprises me, and even after years, I'm sure I'll love him the same way. I like his energy and the way he looks at me."(FULL BOOK AVAILABLE IN AMAZON)