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He stepped toward a canvas covered in a black sheet and pulled it back. It wasn't a painting; it was a mirror, but the reflection wasn't beige. The Lucy in the glass wore a deep emerald coat. She was laughing. She was standing on a pier in a city Lucy didn’t recognize, holding a ticket to somewhere far beyond Oakhaven.

For the first time in her life, Lucy didn't check her watch. She didn't think about her five-year plan. She looked at the blank journal in her hands and realized it wasn't a mistake—it was an invitation. "What do I do first?" she asked. A Nice Girl Like You

The man, whose nameplate read Julian , didn't take the box. "We don't make mistakes, Lucy. That journal belongs to a version of you that hasn't happened yet." He stepped toward a canvas covered in a

Lucy Thorne lived her life by a series of color-coded spreadsheets. She had a five-year plan for her career in forensic accounting, a three-year plan for a mortgage, and a weekly meal prep schedule that never deviated from "Meatless Monday." In the small town of Oakhaven, she was known as the girl who always remembered birthdays, never parked over the line, and consistently wore beige because it was "sensible." Her best friend, Mia, called her "The Human Protractor." She was laughing

"I’m Lucy. I’m here to return this. It was sent to me by mistake."

"That's the 'Not-So-Nice' Lucy," Julian whispered. "The one who speaks her mind. The one who takes the promotion in London. The one who stops apologizing for taking up space."

When Lucy walked out of the hidden alley, the sun was setting, turning the sky a chaotic, beautiful shade of orange. She didn't go home to prep her salad for Wednesday. Instead, she walked into the local boutique, bought the brightest red scarf they had, and booked a one-way flight to London on her phone while standing on the sidewalk.