I've done a lot of wishing in my time: for hunky security guard James to like me back, for that cute skirt to zip all the way up, for my colleague to shut up about her amazing love life already, for my father to show up on my tenth birthday... The list goes on. And on. But so does the bill that's just arrived from my own personal fairy godmother. Sure, my life has been semi-charmed up to this point, but a fairy godmother? I don't think so. There's only one way to prove this lady's not real: wish for James to ditch his date and ask me out instead. Easy peasy. Fairy godmothers are all just a scam. Except within minutes of making my wish, James breaks his date and asks me out. (swoon, faint, flail) And yeah, that pricey wish just went on my tab. Fairy godmother debt. Secret interactions with the magical world. And a new boyfriend who might be under a spell... What's real? And can true love break the binds of a magical spell?
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