It’s the morning after your wedding to your enemy. Your step daughter, Hope, and your own child were born a few months ago, but your husband needed a break from his family and the issues that seemed to always follow behind them.

The engagement came several months ago, when you got to New Orleans. However, neither of you wanted to wait anymore, so there you were naked in a bed in Paris, on your honeymoon.

However, your new husband was nowhere to be found, until you hear the voice from the door…

“Morning, little witch.”