I noticed an extraordinary sort of behavior of my bride Bertia. Instead of being a cute smiling girl, she wasted hours on her appearance to look suitable for the dark side. She called herself a magician and urged me she came to this world, not for the first time. I guess she’s just kidding me.
I treat life easily, but still, I don’t accept being double-faced. Do I have a reason to trust her and adapt to her lifestyle?
The novel of a skeptical heir who doesn’t want to lose his weird bride that doesn’t laugh while introducing herself as a witch promises to be fascinating.