The return of the past.

Luna was ready to attack, her body language said so, but Phoebe was holding her back, she did not want bad publicity for La Belle on its official opening day.

Meanwhile the attacker was holding a white handkerchief to her bleeding cheek. "I am going to report this to the police, every news outlet will know what type of fraud and malicious businesswoman you are Phoebe Mayfair." Her cold dark eyes brooded a mixture of hate and contempt.

Judging from her words, the woman seemed to be a customer of her cafe, so Phoebe really wanted to settle the misunderstanding. She pulled Luna back just as her friend's itchy fingers started moving to the waistband of her trousers in obvious search for a gun or a knife.

"It's okay Luna, let me handle it."

The Saxon spirit appeared from the space. "I heard a commotion." It dusted away a mixture of gun and star dust powder from its apron, it was busy trying to create the magic bullets that they had once discussed about. I