Is The Super Famous Sorceress The Villain?

That afternoon turned out to be the most surreal of my life, like something out of the wildest of my fantasies.

There we were, sitting at the table in my living room: my mom smiling warmly and, across from me, the one and only Katrina Erlenbaugh.

Katrina sipped delicately from the tea my mother had served, her every move graceful and refined, as though she were a living masterpiece. No matter how I looked at her, she seemed flawless.

The silence stretched between us, heavy with unspoken words. As always, I decided to break the ice.

"M-Miss Ka… Katrina! Why are you—mhmmp!"

Before I could finish, my mom clamped a hand over my mouth.

"Oh, dear, there's no need to yell," she said, laughing nervously. "As you can see, Miss Katrina, my daughter is… Energetic. She gets a little too excited every time."

I'm not like that, Mom! Well… Maybe I am, I thought.

"I'm going to let go now, but don't yell, alright?" she said.

"Mm-hm!" I nodded, while her hand was still over my mouth.

Once freed, I took a deep breath and, in a calmer voice, asked, "Miss Katrina… Why are you here?"

"It's alright, you can just call me Katrina," she replied in a tone so warm and gentle that it felt like a cool breeze on a summer day. "And the reason I'm here… Is because I wanted to have a word you."

"T-To… Have a word? With me?"

My heart skipped a beat. She came to see me? Kyaa!

My mom seemed as shocked as I was.. "What did you do this time, Mila?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern. "Miss Katrina, I must apologize if my daughter caused you any trouble. She can be impulsive, wild, and… a bit odd, but I promise she's a good girl at heart!"

Mom, do you have to list all my flaws in front of Katrina?!

But Katrina shook her head, smiling gently. "Not at all. Quite the opposite, actually. I came here to thank her for what she did today."

"What?" my mom and I said in unison.

Katrina stood, bowing slightly. "Thank you."

I jumped up in a panic. "M-Miss Katrina! I mean, Katrina! What I did was nothing special, it's not necessary to thank me!" I hesitated, though I couldn't help but feel a little proud.

"Not at all. If it weren't for you, that little girl might have been seriously hurt. And if that had happened, it could have tarnished our image."

Tarnished their image? I hadn't thought of it that way. Of course, being heroes, the Trio Encanto carried the weight of everyone's expectations.

"You were very brave," Katrina said, her eyes meeting mine with unwavering sincerity. "It's rare to see someone act like you did. It really caught my attention."

Her gaze felt so intense that I had to look away while my face flushed. "It was nothing, really…" I muttered.

Of course, I wasn't going to tell her that I saved that kid just to meet her."

"Oh, that's nothing!" my mom chimed in, completely oblivious to my embarrassment. "Mila does reckless things like this all the time. Honestly, my daughter doesn't know the meaning of the word limits.'"

"Oh? Is that so?" Katrina asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Yes! For example, the other day she—"

"MOM, STOP!" I shouted, my face now fully red.

The conversation turned lighter after that, and we even shared a few laughs. Before long, I mustered the courage to ask for something I'd been dreaming of.

"Um, Katrina… could we… maybe take a photo together?"

To my delight, she agreed without hesitation! I couldn't believe it! This day just kept getting better. After taking the picture, Katrina said her goodbyes and stepped into the elevator.

As the doors closed, I sighed dreamily. But, I knew I'll never see her again. Meeting members of the Trio Encanto was almost impossible, This encounter was something special, like a miracle.

But as I stared at the photo on my phone, I felt something was missing. I don't know how to explain it, but I started to feel like I was forgetting something important.

"I'm forgetting something…" I thought frowning.

But then.

"Aha! That's It!"

My mom, catching my expression, gave me a suspicious look. "Mila, what are you up to now?"

"Nothing!" I said in a rush, heading for the door. "I'll be right back!"

"Mila?"

Ignoring my mom, I rushed down 30 floors of stairs and into the street. As I expected, Katrina was surrounded by a crowd of people.

"Excuse me! Coming through!" I pushed past the sea of people, some glaring at me, until I was face-to-face with her once more.

"Katrinaa!" Oops, there's my habit of yelling again.

"Oh, it's you again," Katrina said, She smiled slightly after she recognized me.

"Huff… huff…" I panted, clutching my knees. Why did I take the stairs?

"You took the stairs?" she asked.

"Y-yes!…"

Can she read minds?!

The crowd murmured in annoyance, clearly unimpressed by my interruption. But I didn't care. I had to ask her something important.

"Katrina… I have a question!" I said, still catching my breath.

"What is it?"

"Do you think… I could join the Trio Encanto?"

The crowd fell silent. Katrina blinked and her face was unreadable.

"I mean… I don't want to replace anyone or anything!" I said waving my hands defensively. "I'm just… I'm just a big fan of you, and… I'd really love to work with you someday..."

Katrina's lips curved into a soft smile. "Of course."

"Eh?"

"I told you before, you're different. You have something I've never seen in anyone else. Determination, courage, and a spark that can't be ignored."

My heart raced as her words hit me.

If you work hard and improve your skills, you'll definitely make it, Katrina said with the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. We stared at each other for a few seconds, and for a moment, everything around us stopped; it was just her and me.

I broke our exchange of glances and lowered my gaze, I couldn't continue. However, Katrina started searching for something in the pockets of her shirt.

"This will work," Katrina murmured. Then she focused, closed her eyes, and the paper began to glow with a bright golden light. People around her stared at Katrina in amazement.

Once she finished, Katrina approached me; her face was inches from mine.

'A kiss? No, impossible,' I thought.

Katrina moved past my face and leaned toward my ear, whispering as she placed the paper in the pocket of my shirt: "Here, tomorrow go to the address I've written here and let's talk alone in a private place, just you and me."

Then, with a graceful leap, she soared into the sky, leaving the crowd and me in awe.

"Kyaaaaa!" I screamed, dropping to the ground and flailing with excitement. I didn't care about the strange looks I got. Nothing could ruin this moment.

When I returned home, still buzzing with joy, I looked at the small piece of paper in my pocket.

"This is…!"

On the piece of paper, there were instructions about where our date, I mean meeting, would be, along with the time and a few other small directions on how to get there.

Grinning from ear to ear, I held it close… This is a date! Isn't? If it's not, then what would it be?

My mom walked in at that moment, while her eyes narrowed. "Sweetie… that smile of yours is creepy."

I didn't care. My adventure with Katrina was just beginning.