Soraya looked at herself in the mirror, and her lips twitched. “Well. Yeah. I could.”
“You can do whatever you want.”
Daisy looked behind her and saw Amberly ducking out of the store, giving her one final wave.
Soraya could do whatever she wanted.
So could Daisy.
Amberly couldn’t, though. Amberly, who was too sweet for Jonathan and was now engaged to him.
Daisy suddenly felt pity for a woman she would have called her nemesis only ten minutes ago.
It was helpful to remember who the real enemy was. It certainly wasn’t the twenty-five-year-old saddled with Jonathan and all his nonsense.
“I want to go try on that orange dress after I try these on,” Daisy said.
“In the nightmare store?” Nora asked.
Daisy smiled. “Yes.”
“Why, are you feeling too good and you need to make yourself cry?”
She laughed at Nora’s drama. “No. Because I can do whatever I want.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Nora
Your power is waiting for you. You have to be ready to meet it.
—Rules for Witches
On the night of Daisy’s play, the air was filled with electricity. The mural outside the Holly was three-quarters of the way finished and looked great, if Nora said so herself. It was fun to stand outside the theater and watch people’s reactions to it as they filed in.
Though she knew a lot of the electricity in town was still happening in response to what had happened Sunday.
A few days later, the buzz of what had happened at church with Soraya’s husband hadn’t worn off. It was hard to believe his karma had been quite so public. Intense and obvious.
It was magic. Or at least it seemed that way. It was hard to attribute it to anything else. It felt like karma was a golden thread unspooling before them, winding itself around them.
Soraya seemed to be handling the whole thing well. Nora had a feeling that if she’d been confronted with an actual pornographic movie of Ben having sex with that Instagram girl, she would’ve had a total meltdown.
Soraya was already inside saving seats for her and Sam, and Nora just had to wait for Sam to arrive. Daisy had been at the theater allday doing rehearsal, and Zach had been with her every step of the way making sure the set was immaculate. It looked so much more professional than anything Nora had ever seen in their small town, and she had a feeling Zach had gone way over the reasonable budget for a community children’s theater production.
A testament to his feelings for Daisy. Maybe Zach was Daisy’s karma.
Nora was still waiting for hers.
She saw Sam walking down the sidewalk then, taller than the crowd around him. She waved. He tilted his head upward.
“It was nice of you to come,” she said.
“Of course. I have to see my electrical work in action.” He stood next to her and looked up at the mural—at the mountains, trees, and flowers she had painted. “It looks really good.”
“Thank you,” she said.
“Doesn’t it start in five minutes?”
