Reaping Trouble

I think I might finally be getting into the swing of things now. I've moved in with Beck and the kids, and I'm even starting to learn how to cook. But when my BFF Rhiannon insists I try on an antique wedding dress left behind by a dead witch, life starts to unravel… again. Before I realize what's happened, the wedding dress has cursed me and I get the message every witch dreads: notice of my own death. The grim reaper has a tag on me, but even if I do know how the system works, I'm not going to give up without a fight.

With the possibility of my own demise hanging over my own head, maybe it's best to cut ties with those I love. I mean, why make plans for a future I'll probably never get to have, right?