SEVEN – AVERY
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The first thing Avery felt was warmth.
Sunlight spilled across her skin as she stirred, the sheets soft and cool against her bare legs.
She opened her eyes slowly, blinking against the brightness. The ceiling above her wasn't the cracked, stained one from her old bedroom.
This one was vaulted, painted cream and gold, with a crystal chandelier catching the morning light.
Avery sat up abruptly.
The sheets slid down her body—and she froze.
Her hands, once soft and pudgy, were slim and elegant, her nails perfectly manicured. Her hair tumbled around her shoulders in glossy waves.
Heart pounding, Avery stumbled out of bed, her legs feeling strange—longer, leaner. She nearly tripped in her haste to reach the mirror across the room.
And when she did, the world stopped.
She gasped.
The girl in the mirror wasn't her.
Slender. Curvy. Radiant. Her face had transformed into delicate perfection—high cheekbones, full lips, flawless skin.
But her eyes…
Her light, bright eyes—icy blue-green—were still the same. They glowed even brighter now, striking against her new face.
"They're still mine," Avery whispered, touching her reflection.
A soft chime drew her attention. On the nightstand, her phone lit up with dozens of notifications.
Her phone. Except… it wasn't hers.
The lock screen showed a flawless i********: profile—hers.
Her follower count was over a million.
She scrolled in disbelief. Pictures of her filled the feed—on yachts, at luxury events, modeling stunning outfits.
She wasn't Avery Quinn anymore.
She was Ava Quinn, a rising influencer and model.
A knock came at the door.
"Miss Quinn?" a man's voice said politely. "Your car is ready whenever you are."
Car?
Avery grabbed a robe from the bedpost and stepped onto the balcony.
The city stretched out beneath her—endless rooftops, skyscrapers gleaming in the morning sun.
Parked below was a sleek black luxury car.
And this… this was her penthouse.
Her heart thundered in her chest.
For the first time in her life, Avery felt untouchable. Powerful.
Beautiful.
She smiled, her reflection catching in the glass balcony door—her light eyes glittering like jewels.
"Thank you," she whispered to no one.
But far away, in a salon that didn't quite exist on any map, a woman with violet eyes smiled.
"You're welcome, darling," the witch murmured, though Avery couldn't hear her.
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