That was the problem.
She took my hand. Her palm was warm, but trembling. "Every 'dream girl' spell is a mirror, Leo. You didn't summon a person. You summoned the version of me that lives inside your head. The one who finishes your thoughts, wants what you want, never argues about the thermostat." spells r us dream girl part 2
I hadn't cast the spell. My roommate, Marcus, had—as a joke. "Spells R Us: Dream Girl Edition," he'd said, waving the kit like a game show prize. "One incantation, one lock of your hair, and boom—your perfect woman appears for 24 hours. No strings." That was the problem
Then she was gone—like morning fog burning off. "Every 'dream girl' spell is a mirror, Leo
"The spell wasn't designed for permanence," she whispered. "But I wasn't designed for anything. Except you."
"You take your coffee with cinnamon," she said, not turning around. "You pretend you don't, but you do."
She glanced over her shoulder, smiled. "Because you wished for someone who knows you, Leo. Not just someone pretty." She slid a pancake onto a plate. "The spell gave you what you asked for."