4 The witch

Bella taught Jezebel spells and at the end they both agreed that she turn her into an Isabella-look alike. Yes, she would mimic Isabella, all her moves, and she had to learn fast because time was short. Smitten with envy, jealousy, and grudge brought about by her past—as she could not restrain these emotions, she became wicked overnight.

She zoomed back to the present; went to the village where the Lee's now lived and saw the whole family along with friends having fun in the garden. She heard Jan and his foretelling, and a wicked grin peered out of her lips. She was looking at Isabella, wondering where she was headed. When Isabella stood up, she waited a moment, then, sat among the family and friends, looking around.

"I thought you would go to the kitchen?" Aaron asked her.

Jezebel replied: "Ye..ss." I forgot something. "Where is it?"

"What?"

"A comb."

"A comb?" How very unlikely, Aaron was wondering. She had never really bothered about how she looked, one thing that he liked with her. She was simple.

"Hmm…" She left without looking at him, towards the living room and onto the dining room. Then, she paused, looking for an exit. There. That was a dining room exit she saw. As she went out, she peeked from the door and saw Isabella emerging out of the screened door into the front yard.

Aaron was looking at her, puzzled. She just left, how come she's back too fast?

"You will like what I made for you, a cotton fruit juice."

"Ew!" Josh exclaimed. He hasn't liked cotton fruit since he was young. Suzy, Evan, and Yuri had a good laugh over Josh's dislike for the fruit.

The baby Michael tasted a little of the juice and he seemed to like it.

Jezebel was looking at the family from a distance, studying every move of Isabella, how she talked, smiled, laughed; her mannerisms. The only way that she could penetrate the family was by living with them. She swore she would make them go through a wringer.