I Let Her Steal My Body,Then I Smiled

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She was clearly delighted by the state of me, laughing so hard her whole body shook. "Millie Fox, so even you have days like this. Do you have any idea how much I hate you?"

"Same age, same everything, and somehow you got to be the little princess while I got beaten by my dad? Three years of high school, I clawed my way into the school I wanted. You? Your grades were barely good enough for community college, but you got to go abroad to polish yourself up!"

"And Caleb." She ground the name out through her teeth. "I've loved him for ten years. Why does he get to marry you, some pretty face and nothing else? Because your families match? He was obviously bewitched by you!"

"And on top of that, you actually handed me your old clothes, the ones you didn't want anymore! Were you pitying me or insulting me?"

It came back to me then. I had given Sophia a few dresses.

They were brand new, tags still on. I'd peeled the tags off myself, afraid the prices would make her uncomfortable.

So in her eyes, that was charity.

"Are you finished?" I looked at her.

"Since you want my life so badly," I said, picking up the fruit knife off the table slowly, "then let me give it to you."

Sophia's face changed. "What are you doing?"

I didn't answer. I aimed the knife at my own face and dragged it down, hard.

The skin split open, blood spattering across the white wedding dress, the pain twisting my mouth into a snarl.

Sophia shrieked, "Are you insane? That's the face I wanted!"

A second ago I was just a pretty face. Now suddenly it was the face she wanted. So false.

I ignored her and cut a second time, then a third.

Slashes crossing every direction, deep enough to reach bone.

Then I lifted the pot of chili oil from the table, still boiling, opened my mouth, and poured it down.

Sophia lunged to grab the knife, her eyes wild enough to split at the corners.

"Millie Fox, you bitch! You've ruined my plan, I'm going to kill you!"

I was watching the clock. Thirty seconds left.

"Sophia." My face was covered in blood, and I smiled at her. "Didn't you want to be the Fox heiress? I'm handing it to you, and now you want to kill me?"

"Plus Mom and Dad, my brother, Caleb, I'm so curious. Without this face, do you still have any use to them at all?"

I glanced at the mirror on the vanity. Flesh and blood, unrecognizable. Even surgery couldn't bring it back now.

Sophia stared at me, shaking all over, frozen where she stood.

The next second, the whole room spun.

When I opened my eyes again, I was standing in front of the mirror, and in the mirror was Sophia's face, clean, untouched, not a scratch on it.

I turned around. The real Sophia, wearing my face, was rushing at me with the fruit knife raised.

Blood smeared across her whole face, her eyes full of nothing but the will to kill.

"The curse only reverses if the host dies!"

My expression shifted. I quickly tore at the gown on me, mussed my hair, yanked open the lounge door, and bolted out.

The wedding hall was packed with guests. I ran and screamed at the same time. "Help! Millie Fox has lost her mind! She destroyed her own face to get out of the wedding, and now she wants to kill me to keep me quiet!"

I wanted to see exactly how the Fox family planned to clean up this mess.