Carina's POV -
Something caught my attention while I was writing. It was a doll. I've believe that dolls that looks like voodoo possess spiritual powers, just like the one I'm staring at.
I took the doll off the shelf and spoke to it, "This certainly is ridiculous, but I can't bring myself to make a pass at perfection personified."
Should I ask the doll to make Maxwell fall madly in love with me, and sweep me away to a life of mutual adoration where the only air he will inhale would be mine?
I don't know if he fancy me. I feel like an unintentionally stealthy blip on his love radar.
I feel in my invisible bones that the doll is going to work it's voodoo. I have never done anything this insane before.
The air was denser than a Kardashian. I believe it was the ideal time
