A Nice Girl Like You Review

"Actually," Lucy said, her voice steady and strange to her own ears, "I think I’m done being nice. I’ve decided to be interesting instead."

"That's the 'Not-So-Nice' Lucy," Julian whispered. "The one who speaks her mind. The one who takes the promotion in London. The one who stops apologizing for taking up space." A Nice Girl Like You

A neighbor passed by and smiled. "Evening, Lucy! Such a nice girl." "Actually," Lucy said, her voice steady and strange

He stepped toward a canvas covered in a black sheet and pulled it back. It wasn't a painting; it was a mirror, but the reflection wasn't beige. The Lucy in the glass wore a deep emerald coat. She was laughing. She was standing on a pier in a city Lucy didn’t recognize, holding a ticket to somewhere far beyond Oakhaven. The one who takes the promotion in London

The Midnight Gallery was not a museum; it was a sanctuary of "lost things." The air smelled of rain and old paper. Inside, a man with ink-stained fingers and a crooked tie looked up from a desk. "You’re late," he said, not unkindly.