A Nice Girl Like You — Hot

Lucy wrapped the red scarf around her neck and smiled back, but this time, the smile didn't reach for permission.

Lucy gripped the pen. She thought of her boss, who took credit for her work. She thought of her mother, who insisted she marry the local dentist. She thought of the beige walls of her apartment. A Nice Girl Like You

Being a "nice girl," Lucy didn’t open the journal. She spent three hours researching the address. She discovered that Wickham Lane had been a hidden alleyway behind the old clock tower, sealed off since the 1920s. Against every logical instinct she possessed, Lucy didn’t call the post office. She took the brass key and walked toward the clock tower. Lucy wrapped the red scarf around her neck

She found the entrance behind a rusted iron gate obscured by ivy. The key turned with a click that felt like a heartbeat. She thought of her mother, who insisted she

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."