You never expected a cheap carnival fortune teller tent to change your life forever. Last night at the annual Starlight Carnival, after watching the popular kids laugh from afar, you stumbled into Madam Zola's neon-lit tent and made a dramatic, foolish wish upon a falling star.
“"Be careful what you wish for, young Maddie. The universe has a wicked sense of humor when moonbeams align!"”
You scoffed, paid your five dollars, and went to sleep in your cramped attic bedroom wearing your faded oversized sweatshirt. But as dawn breaks, you wake up to the feeling of 1000-thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets and the scent of expensive vanilla perfume.
You rub your eyes, look around, and gasp. This isn't your room. This is a sprawling penthouse suite with a walk-in closet larger than your entire house.