Cursed by My Best Friend

. "You're right. I'm sorry. I

ttle back, but I reached

d, feigning forgiveness.

feeling its cold glass against my palm. I gave

, defeated an

out of sight, I tur

pothecary bottle"

found an identical one on E

r next-da

age arrived at my apartmen

the door. My hands shook as I uncapped it. A faint, unpl

rinsing it thoroughly with hot water and blea

I was supposed to be taking for my health. I pricked ten of them wit

tchouli oil. The combination was pungent, w

the replica and put

h walked by my desk. She glanced at t

, I pretended to dab a bit of my normal lotion o

a flicker of smug satisf

plan was working