"Yeah, well your parents have that much money." Serena shot Constance a little smile. "But what about love? Will money help you find your dream man?"
Constance let out a light laugh. "Will active consciousness?"
"Yes! That's the amazing thing about it. You can manifest reality."
Oh come on. Did Serena seriously believe that the dream man could appear through some magical act of consciousness? Even Abby seemed doubtful and propped her hands on her hips. "Yeah? How does it work?"
Serena charged on, eager to explain. "It's got four steps. We can do the first three right now. The fourth one is where the magic happens. Come on, let's give it a try."
Everyone agreed. Even Constance was willing to explore it-she'd reserve her judgment for later.
Serena sat back and leafed through the book. "Okay, here we go. First of all, you have to decide what it is that you want."
May thought for a bit. "Do we have to keep it hidden?"
"No, this isn't a child's game. This is real. Think about what you truly want to happen in the world. I know what Connie wants. Or perhaps I should say who Connie wants." She grinned.
Maybe I should start simple. Constance didn't want to insult the universe by wishing for something so improbable. And there were plenty of other things she'd like to see happen. Perhaps she should test out this technique with something easy.
"Oh I don't know. Rather than asking the universe to create a dream man and bring him to me, I think I'll start small. I just want my friend to lose his bet." She leaned forward, excited. "This is the friend I visited in the hospital last week. Get this! He's got so much money that he just made a huge bet. If he loses it, he has to give me a hundred million dollars that I can donate to charity. Can you imagine what could be done with that much money?"
The other three stared in shock. "He's going to give you a hundred million dollars?" Abby shook her head. "Some people have all the luck."
Constance blushed. "I know. I'm already making plans to start a charitable foundation if I get it."
Abby smiled. "Well then. How about I also wish for you to get the money. And then I'll wish for you to give some of it to me."
May agreed. "And me too."
That's the problem with money. Everyone wants some. Constance hated to make her friends jealous. But as a Westerley heiress, this was the sort of life she lived. At least with the Witchy Women, she knew they were joking about her money.