As Christina chopped onions and let water boil to make pasta with a fancy tomato sauce, she was fuming. Mute, but fuming. Who did those witches think they were? Making her dress like a servant in a humiliating outfit? mAnd rendering her mute to boot? And they were treating James as if he was their boy toy! Completely preposterous! These women didn't even look like the poverbial MILFs! Just old hags who thought they could bully others because they had magical powers. Well, not powerful enough to make themselves pretty, young or even nice, apparently. Well, this would not continue like that. Especially in front of that Gilda idiot. That moron thought she could keep James against his will and fancied herself his greatest love. Ridiculous! Didn't she realize at what point she looked ludicrous? Fawning over a boy a lot younger than her... If she could not see how worthy of laughter they'd be as a couple, then she was as crazy as she was ugly. Having magical powers did not keep her from seeing what a simple mirror could tell her. But she would get her revenge. Christina was mute but not blind or deaf. She'd find something out, even if she had to consult the books placed around the house. She would not stand idle while James was made a toy boy and gigolo to three old women. The simple thought was enough to bring revulsion within her. She'd find a solution, no matter how long it took.
"Is dinner ready yet?" snapped Gilda. "Hurry!"
Christina sighed silently and hastened the cooking. She then had to set the table while the sisters were happily chatting amongst themselves and James looking around fearfully. Hilda ordered her to eat in the kitchen so as not to bother them, much to Gilda's intense gloating, and to give a plate to James, who woulds eat where he stood. The three sisters retreated to put on fancy dresses to dine amongst themselves, in order to celebrate having a new pet and a new maid, as they said. Christina did as she was told. When she gave a plate of pasta to her boyfriend, he whispered a pitiful "sorry" to her. Christina was mute but she still possessed eyes. She made him look into her eyes and put in all the hope and courage she possibly could. Then, to boost his morale, she kissed him. Passionately. Alas, that sign of bravery and love was their undoing.
"You shameless hussy!" shrieked a voice behind them.
It was Gilda. She had returned already, decked in a flouncy white dress and an overabundance of ribbons in her hair and bright red rouge on her cheeks, which made for a quite campy and tasteless result. But the seriousness of the situation made Christina and James not want to laugh at all.
"This demands immediate punishment!" screeched Gilda, stomping her foot. "You strumpet want so much the attention of men, you'll get it!"
She then blasted a spell in the direction of two unfortunate teenagers.