The long-awaited return home turned into a complete disaster. They decided to marry me to an old enemy! He is defiant, snarky and notices the slightest blunders. But I have long been not a trembling girl, driven into the closet by nasty cousins, but a dark sorceress with her own principles. And if the groom does not refuse the engagement in an amicable way, then I will make him in a bad way! Fantasies and cunning spells are in abundance. I don't understand one thing: why do I like to fight with him, but I don't want to curse him at all? What an unexpected, embarrassing sign...