Chapter 17
Vanya
A full minute passed.
Nothing.
I blinked, staring down at myself. “Okay, what did you just give me?” I asked flatly, narrowing my eyes at the wrinkled witch who stood a little too proud with her bony hands clasped together.
She gasped, eyes wide. “Wait!” she whispered excitedly, bouncing on her toes like a child about to witness fireworks. “Just wait a moment—”
She suddenly clapped her hands and squealed. “It’s working!”
“What’s—” I stopped midsentence, because something… shifted.
It started at my scalp—a gentle tug, a soft ripple. I turned to the nearest window, and my breath caught.
My reflection morphed before my eyes.
My hair, once cropped short and choppy, began to grow. Thick, glossy, pin-straight strands fell down past my shoulders. Braids twisted into the
