Too scared that the answer will benothing. He marries Abigail. You go home. The end.
Trust the process, Bailey.
Hewhay hasn’t ever failed me, and the chance to have a magical talent is, like, a one-in-a-million offer. So, really...this is a no-brainer.
Run your fingers over the words of the choice you have selected.
That should be easy.
Or...it should have been for most people.
But for a klutz like me?
I don’t know why, but I suddenly have it in my mind to head back to the armchair before making my choice. But as soon as I take a step forward, my foot catches on the blanket that I didn’t realize I still have half-draped over my shoulders—
Oh no.
I lurch forward, hand flailing, and my fingers land squarely on—
Option B.
New text blooms across the page.
As always, Bailey sabotages herself.
I make an indignant sound. “That’s not fair! I tripped!”
Surprise it is.
“Wait—can I get a redo? That wasn’t—I didn’t mean to—”
Your groom is waiting, ma reine.
When I open my eyes, I just want to cry.
No no no no no no no no.
Because the last time I read a page from my book about weddings, the groom Heywhay’s chosen for me wasnotDevyn.
I don’t care if this is the reward Heywhay’s chosen for me.
There’s only one man I intend to marry, and so...
I pick my skirts up and make a run for it.
Faster, Bailey!
Because if the Paul in this world is like Paul in the books, he for sure has the power to stop me if he realizes I’m trying to escape.
Faster!
My heart thuds against my chest as I run down a hallway that’s painfully familiar. Is this world completely new? Because this looks exactly like the hallway I first found myself in, only that time it was Abigail who was the bride. This time it’s me, but the groom is all wrong. Is it possible that Heywhay’s likes to use the same setting over and over, and it’s only the master of the house that changes in each world? Does that mean—
Focus, Bailey!
Now is the worst possible time to figure out how Heywhay’s works and what I can do to get back to a world where mafia kings rule and all that’s white has become—aah!
Tears burn my eyes when I crash into something hard. Has Paul caught up to me? Will he listen to me if I tell him that I’m the wrong girl in the wrong book—
