Misha didn't make it to the grand hall before she was stopped by Florence. The older vampire shared similar features with her daughter, except she lacked the softness Alana had.
"Where are you coming from?" Florence asked darkly.
Misha did her best not to roll her eyes, though she expected the vampire's appearance. It was funny that she was considered the evil witch when a more vile creature stood before her. "I don't answer to you, Florence."
"Yes, you do, especially when you could be plotting with the Princess. That's why you made her marry the prince, isn't it? What evil plans are you concocting now?
Florence was not far from thinking Misha had plans regarding their marriage, but they were certainly not the ideas she thought. "Ridiculous assumptions should be beneath you. Now, get out of my way. I'll be out of the castle, and you will probably never have to see me again. Isn't that great news?"