Who did Violet think she was?

Riley

I had always hated Violet. From the moment we were kids, everything about her set my teeth on edge. She was everything I wanted to be, beautiful, rich, the kind of girl who turned heads the second she walked into a room. And to make it worse, my father was only the adopted son, while hers was the true Moore heir.

At school they made fun of me. They called my dad a charity case. They said I was just a background character in Violet’s life story. The words stung

Violet never did anything mean on purpose, at least that’s what everyone said, but she always had a way of showing she was untouchable. She would come to my rescue when people bullied me, acting kind and sweet, and everybody applauded her for it.

If I’d been in her place, I would have bullied her, shown off my father’s money until people bowed. I wanted that life.

So I prayed that somehow our lives could be exchanged. I don’t know who heard my prayer, God, the devil, or someone else, but someone surely did, because everyt