When heaven and the very existence of reality are on your side like they are for me right now, shit just flows. Everything clicks like I'm the main character and everyone else is background noise in my personal simulation. It finally makes sense—and honestly? I deserve this kind of luck.
Sixteen fucking years of chaos, silence, and pressure. The only constants in my life? My sisters, my mom, my brain, and Tommy's dependable ass—though I was sure I will now barely see that giant anymore since Mia will be dragging him into that coding grind, thinking it was there way of making out.
But whatever. Ever since the system activated and I became some sort of sexual messiah-slash-financial mastermind, the universe's been rolling out the red carpet. The way things are lining up now? It's almost scary how perfect the timing feels.
