Hi everyone again! Decided to upload this today because I've been receiving some "unkind" private messages from part of some readers, accusing me of copying another author about Cordelia's nickname on my stories (you can see that sometimes Misty calls her "Dee"). I just want to say that the other author saw it in my story The Fox and the Mist, and she asked me for permission to use it. Her pen name is Meghan Page and is writing a story called Life Happens that you should totally read, because it's great.

Having said that, I want to thank everyone who is reading this story and I hope you like this chapter! Also, don't be shy and send me reviews telling me what you thought or if you liked it :)


"Cordelia, dear, you have to be downstairs in five minutes." Myrtle said from behind the door. The headmistress, dressed again with the silver dress, was sitting on the bed. She had curled her hair in a vintage hairstyle and was putting her stiletto heels on. She couldn't help herself of thinking of Misty, and what would she wear to the party, even though Cordelia already knew. Since Misty was not an official student of the academy and didn't have to wear the obligatory black dress, she was sure that the swamp witch would choose the white maxi dress they both liked so much, the one with the beaded waist. It probably wasn't formal enough for the party, but Cordelia knew that making the woman wear something more formal would take her out of her comfort zone. And damn, she looks so beautiful with that dress... Cordelia sighed, remembering the talk she had had with Myrtle that same morning.


When Cordelia had opened her eyes, she found herself spooning under the sheets with the swamp witch, who still slept peacefully. She maintained the position for some minutes, watching her friend sleep peacefully, until she finally got up and left the room, still dressed in her nightgown, and headed to the kitchen.

"Good morning, dear." Myrtle said, reading the Vogue number that had been published the day before. "I see you are the same early bird as you used to be." she stated, not taking her eyes off the magazine. "Or are you nervous about something?"

"No." Cordelia said, trying to contain a yawn. "I always wake up at this hour." she said, turning on the coffee machine. But she was nervous. She had a pile of things to do and no time for it, and had planned almost every minute of her day. Waking up at seven o'clock, she would have breakfast and get dressed before half past seven. Then she would read the newspaper and tidy up the greenhouse before eight, when the girls would wake up. After that, she would go to the other residences of the academy to check on the new students and teachers were doing, until ten o'clock, when she would go back and spend three hours doing paperwork on her office. After that she would take a break and have lunch, until three, when the girls and her would go shopping for the party. "Myrtle? I need your advice." Cordelia said before taking a long sip of coffee.

"Tell me, dear."

"I think I have fallen in love with Misty."

"Finally you confess!" Myrtle said with a laugh.

"Wait, you already knew?"

"It's so obvious, my little girl. The youth of the coven may have not discovered it yet, but I'm no fool, dear."

"What should I do?"

"What should you do with what?"

"With Misty."

"Does she know?"

"I think so."

"Is she okay with it?"

"I think so. We... we've been sleeping together for two nights."

"Well, then I think that it's obvious that she's okay with it!"

"Just sleeping, Myrtle."

"Oh, right. May I know what her excuse to see you at night is?"

"She didn't like her room."

"I don't like mine either, but still I don't go and look for shelter me on someone else's bed, dear."

"So..."

"So she wants to be with you."

"And what do I do now?"

"You're not asking me to do the birds and the bees talk, right?"

"Myrtle!"


"Cordelia, the cars are here." Zoe said from the corridor. She stood up and checked herself in the mirror on last time before getting out of the room. The other girls were waiting outside the house, all of them wearing black dresses, while Myrtle talked to the drivers. Nora, one of the new teachers, waited at the door. She was a middle aged woman, just a few years younger than Fiona or Myrtle.

"What time are you coming back?"

"Zoe, Madison and Queenie will be back at midnight. Maybe I'll have to stay a little bit longer, so once they get home close the door and put a locking spell on them. I have the key of the greenhouse, I'll enter through it. Who's staying in the house with the students tonight?"

"Professor Lebrell and me. We'll leave when the girls come home."

"Okay. If anything happens, call me. Okay? Good night, Nora."

"Good night, Cordelia. Have fun."

But she did not have fun. The party was celebrated in a large room of an elegant building in the other end of the city, and it was full of boring, tedious persons who acted hypocritically like her mother. After the girls left the party, the only ones that stayed with her were Myrtle and Misty, who had disappeared from Cordelia's sight after a young man had started talking to her about his daughter. Cordelia, worried about the woman, excused herself and started looking for her. After not finding her anywhere, she decided to ask for her to the service. A young receptionist, dressed with an uniform, was writing on the computer of the reception when the Supreme approached him. "Excuse me, have you seen Miss Day? She's blonde and is wearing a white dress."

"Oh. Yes, madam, she went home about fifteen minutes ago." he said, looking at his watch. It was almost one in the morning.

"Did she tell you why?"

"No, but she looked upset."

"Okay, thanks. Will you tell Myrtle Snow that I'm going home too?"

"Yes, madam, I will tell her."

"Thank you!" she said, running towards her car.

After the driver dropped her in the academy and she had told her to go back to the party to wait for Myrtle, she took her keys out of the small purse and unlocked the front gate. It was then when she saw Misty sitting outside the greenhouse crying, her white dress stained with mud and grass. Cordelia ran to the woman, tripping and almost falling to the ground. She could feel her heels digging on the ground and leaving a trail of small holes. FOR GOD'S SAKE I HATE HIGH HEELS, she yelled internally after tripping for a second time. "Misty? Are you okay? What are you doing here? Why did you leave the party? What happened to your dress?" she questioned, sitting next to the woman and taking her between her arms.

"People were laughing at me." she said between sobs, resting her forehead on Cordelia's shoulder and closing her eyes tightly. "They looked at me, saying that I was pathetic and gossiping. I could hear them. It was awful. I just wanted to come home, but the gates were locked and I had no key so I had to jump one of the lower fences but I fell on the ground and now my dress is stained and I look awful and I'm such an idiot because I screwed up everything and I'm so sorry."

"Misty, listen to me. You don't have to apologize." the woman said, interrupting the witch. "Fuck them." she blurted out. Misty separated a little and raised her gaze, looking at the woman. Her brown eyes seemed to shine in the middle of the darkness, and she had a smile on her face that slowly dissapeared when she realized the tension that was growing between them. They were close enough to feel each other's breath.

"Fuck all of them." she heard the woman say before Cordelia captured lips on hers in a gentle kiss. Cordelia's lips had the bittersweet taste that Misty had always imagined they had. She suddenly forgot about everything that surrounded them, and her worries and sadness could wait. Nothing else mattered for her. They pulled apart after some seconds, keeping their foreheads touching. "I think we should go inside or we'll catch a cold." Cordelia whispered.

"Okay."

They walked through the house without saying a word, just exchanging looks and soft laughs. "You know what? I hated the party too. Those kinds of people reminded me of my mother, being so narcissistic and hypocritical." Cordelia whispered, closing the bedroom door and leaving her coat in the armchair. "The service in this place can't be compared to the one I have in my mansion." she mocked, impersonating one of the old women that had attended the party. She smiled and put her arms around Misty's neck, who responded putting hers on Cordelia's waist.

"Those men couldn't stop staring at you." she whispered, placing a qucik kiss on the woman's lips. "You look hot in that dress." Misty blurted out. "Shit, I didn't mean to say that out loud."

"It's adorable when you get nervous."

"Really?"

"Yes. Is it... because of me?"

"Yes. You make me really nervous. I really like you, Dee."

"I like you too. You always look happy and you're always smiling. And I adore your smile."

"Really?"

"Yes." Cordelia said, kissing the other witch again.