Half the Bad Luck, All the Scandal
“Don’t look at me like that.”
She crossed her legs with a calm that had absolutely nothing to do with the chaos of the situation.
“We knew the spell would only work once. The plan was simple: sneak into the mansion, swap bodies with the couple’s kids.”
She paused, rolling her eyes.
“But of course — on this particular day — the rich couple decided to send their teenagers out so they could have a ‘day to themselves.’”
She lifted her hands in a theatrical gesture.
“And like I already told you, the magic is random. A fifty-fifty chance of ending up in any available body.”
A half-smile curved her lips.
“Congratulations. I won the grand prize.”
She glanced down at herself, assessing her new reflection.
“Out of every body in that house, I landed in the wife’s. Luxury, power, a lifetime of privilege.”
Her gaze returned to her friend, now trapped in the magnate’s body.
“You got the other fifty percent.”
The silence lasted only a moment.
“In the end,” she added, almost amused, “we just wanted to borrow some young bodies.”
Somehow, they ended up stealing an entire family.
Plans don’t always go wrong.
Sometimes, they just go better than expected.
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