Spells R Us Dream Girl Part 2 Info

"What do you mean?"

I hadn't cast the spell. My roommate, Marcus, had—as a joke. "Spells R Us: Dream Girl Edition," he'd said, waving the kit like a game show prize. "One incantation, one lock of your hair, and boom—your perfect woman appears for 24 hours. No strings."

By noon, Nora had finished three of my sentences, laughed at a joke I'd only thought, and cried during a commercial for pet adoption because she felt how much I wanted a dog but was too scared to commit.

By 3 p.m., I tried to call Marcus. Voicemail. spells r us dream girl part 2

"The spell wasn't designed for permanence," she whispered. "But I wasn't designed for anything. Except you."

I just said yes. Want me to continue with Part 3 or write an alternate ending?

"It's fine," I said.

Not a dream. Not a hallucination. Nora—summoned less than twelve hours ago from a dusty spell book and a questionable amount of belief—was real. Her hair caught the morning light like honey in a jar. She hummed something that wasn't a real song but felt like one I'd forgotten.

"You take your coffee with cinnamon," she said, not turning around. "You pretend you don't, but you do."

Then she was gone—like morning fog burning off. "What do you mean

That was the problem.

But I kept one of the candles.

At 5:47 a.m., she kissed my forehead and said, "Don't cast this spell again. Next time, just tell a real girl you like cinnamon coffee." "One incantation, one lock of your hair, and