My Twin Stole My Luck for 18 Years—Until I Passed Her Cursed Pen to the Bad Boy

At the college decision hall, my sister shoved a pastel pink gel pen right into my face.

A glowing line of text suddenly floated before my eyes:

*[She’s doomed. The second she uses that pen, her Harvard acceptance letter will switch to her sister’s name.]*

*[She has no clue that by swapping writing tools, all eighteen years of her good luck will be drained and transferred to Natalie.]*

*[Remember the midterms when she lost her top rank after borrowing Natalie’s eraser? Nobody believed her then either.]*

My fingers froze.