Samika's POV
Aphrodite didn't rush anything. She took her time placing the things that she got in some oddly order. Or the witchcraft order I might say. No one says a word. Even Arnold and Ivy are watching her with keen interest. But the look on Ivy's face says something else. That's the look I saw on people so many times after Aphrodite took in her real form.
People are looking at her the way they looked at Athena once. My mom who was known for her kind heart and the love she spread. But it's clear that being kind is not the right thing to do these days.
"Ready sweetie?" Aphrodite asks me and I nod.
She closes her eyes and raises her finger at me, chanting something else in a whisper. And when she finally dropped the finger and gave me a sign to start chanting the one on the paper
