Having just finished her morning exercise, Catherine stretched lazily. It had been a long time since she had felt this relaxed.
Sure enough, she should have thrown aside her work long ago and taken a proper break.
She truly envied Isobel. Albert had planned out her future for her well in advance.
Even running the Witch Beauty Shop, Isobel did not need to stay busy with work all day like she and Valeria did.
After taking a quick shower and changing into a casual long dress, Catherine went to the dining room for breakfast.
The house-elves had already prepared a vegetable salad, and several copies of the latest newspapers had been laid out somewhere conspicuous.
Catherine took a couple of bites of the vegetable salad, then poked through it with her fork in surprise. It contained not only vegetables, but also a small amount of fruit, tomatoes, and sweetcorn kernels. The dressing tasted different too—better than what they made at home.
I'll ask her for the recipe later.
Catherine took another couple of bites of salad, set down her knife and fork, glanced toward the entrance to the dining room, and casually picked up the latest newspaper.
She had originally thought news of the Witch Beauty Shop would take the top headline, quickly making it known to wizards throughout the British magical world. But things seemed to have gone somewhat beyond their original plans.
"Britain really is a mess. How could something like werewolves attacking the acting Minister of Magic even happen?" Caitlin frowned as she carefully read the newspaper's front-page story, finding it absurd.
"Someone probably wants him dead sooner rather than later. Are they saying Britain isn't chaotic enough already? I really don't know what they're thinking." Still looking rather sleepy, Louise carried a glass of green fruit