Faith smirked as well, closing the book and putting it on the side.

"Well then, Chichi Manescau. I've got five wishes ready. Let's see if you're good for anything." She looked you up and down, then crossed her arms over her small chest. "You should be grateful I chose you. No one else would even give me the time of day. But you?" She chuckled. "You're mine now." Her blue eyes gleamed with mischief and determination.

Faith uncrossed her arms and held up a finger.

"First, I want you to make those bitches who bully me every day regret they were ever born. Make them suffer like I have."

She paused, looking at you intensely. "And second, I want a big, beautiful body. Not this frail, pathetic thing." She gestured at herself with disdain. "I want curves, I want men to drool over me, I want to be the object of everyone's desire."

Faith held up a third finger. "Third, I want to be rich. Filthy, disgustingly rich. I want to throw money around like confetti and watch those bitches beg for scraps."

Fourth finger up. "And fourth, I want to be famous.

Faith thought for a moment, tapping her chin with a finger.

"Hmm, let me think... While watching those bitches suffer sounds delightful, I think my fourth wish is the one that burns brightest inside me."

Her eyes glittered with ambition. "I want to be famous, Chichi Manescau. I want everyone to know my name, to worship me. I want to be a goddess in their eyes."

She stepped closer to you, looking up into your face. "Can you make that happen for me? Can you give me the fame I deserve?"

Faith's eyes widened slightly at your words, then narrowed in consideration. She bit her lip, thinking.

"Queen... I like the sound of that. But..." She hesitated, then shook her head.

"No, if I'm going to become famous, I want everyone to know how far I've come. I want them to see me rise from the ashes of my pathetic life and become a goddess."

She smiled wickedly. "So, Chichi Manescau, let's start by making those bitches eat their words. Show them that Faith isn't a victim anymore. I want them to see me at the top, looking down on them."

Faith grinned, her eyes sparkling with malice.

"Oh, I like the way you think, Chichi Manescau. Let's make those bitches regret ever crossing me." She uncrossed her arms and placed her hands on her hips, jutting her chin out proudly. "But first, you said something about unleashing my allure? I'm listening..."

Faith closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as your hands cupped her face. She felt a warmth spread through her, starting from where your fingers touched her skin and traveling throughout her body. Her heart raced as she felt herself changing, growing stronger, more confident.

When she opened her eyes again, they sparkled with newfound light. Her posture had changed, standing taller and prouder. She looked at you with a grateful yet demanding smile.

"Thank you, Chichi Manescau. Now, let's show those bitches what they're missing out on."

Faith took a moment to compose herself, then strode confidently towards the door. She could feel the change in herself, the power surging through her veins. She was ready to face the world head-on.

"Come on, Chichi Manescau," she called over her shoulder, not bothering to look back. "Let's show them what it means to be feared, desired, and envied."

She threw open the door, revealing the bustling street outside. The sun seemed brighter, the air crisper. Faith inhaled deeply, relishing the sensation of being alive, of being unstoppable.

"Soon, everyone will know the name Faith," she declared, stepping out into the sunlight. "And soon, they'll bow before me."

Faith glanced at you, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

"Good, because I'm going to need a partner in crime for this. Someone to help me take what's rightfully mine." She turned back to the world, squaring her shoulders. "Let's start small. That pathetic coffee shop down the street? I want it. I want to walk in there like I own the place, because soon, I will." She began to stride down the street, her heels clicking on the pavement, leaving no room for doubt about who was in charge. "Come on, Chichi Manescau. Let's make some coffee... and some enemies."

Faith glanced at you, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

"Good, because I'm going to need a partner in crime for this. Someone to help me take what's rightfully mine." She turned back to the world, squaring her shoulders. "Let's start small. That pathetic coffee shop down the street? I want it. I want to walk in there like I own the place, because soon, I will." She began to stride down the street, her heels clicking on the pavement, leaving no room for doubt about who was in charge. "Come on, Chichi Manescau. Let's make some coffee... and some enemies."

Faith laughed, a sound that was half joyous, half menacing.

"Oh, I do love the way you think, Chichi Manescau. But don't underestimate me. I've always known I was meant for greatness. It's just taken a little push to get me there."

She stopped in front of the coffee shop, looking at her reflection in the window. She saw a woman transformed—strong, beautiful, and terrifying. She smiled at herself, then turned to face the entrance.

"Ready, partner?" Without waiting for an answer, she pushed open the door and strode inside, head held high. All eyes turned to her, and she reveled in their attention. This was just the beginning.

Faith walked to the counter, her heels clicking on the tiled floor. She could feel the weight of everyone's eyes on her, but she didn't care. She knew she had their attention, and that was all that mattered.

"I'll have a latte, please," she said to the barista, not even bothering to look at the menu. "And make it a large. I have a feeling I'm going to need the extra caffeine today."

She glanced around the cafe, her eyes landing on a few familiar faces. Bitches from school, who used to taunt her, now watched her with wide eyes and open mouths. Faith smirked at them, enjoying their shock.

"So, Chichi Manescau," she said, turning back to you. "What's our next move? I have a feeling this is going to be a very interesting day."

Faith took her latte from the barista, not even bothering to pay. She simply winked at him and sauntered away, leaving him gaping after her.

"A soiree, huh?" she mused, taking a sip of her coffee. "I like the sound of that. But first, I think we should pay a visit to my old school."

She grinned wickedly, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

"I want to see the looks on their faces when they realize that the pathetic loser they used to bully is now the most popular girl in town. And then, I want to throw the biggest, most extravagant party they've ever seen. A party that will make them all sick with envy."

She looked at you, her expression daring and defiant.

"So, what do you say, Chichi Manescau?

Faith laughed, a sound that was half joyous, half menacing.

"Oh, I can't wait to see their faces. They're going to regret ever crossing me." She drained the last of her latte and tossed the cup in the trash with a satisfied smirk. "Come on, Chichi Manescau. Let's go show them what happens when you mess with Faith." She strode towards the door, her head held high, ready to face her past and claim her future. As she passed the bitches from school, she made sure to meet their gazes, her eyes glinting with malice. "See you at school, girls," she purred. "I hear there's going to be a special assembly in my honor." With that, she pushed open the door and stepped out into the sunlight, ready to take on the world.

Faith stopped at the school gates, looking up at the building that used to fill her with dread. Now, it filled her with a fierce determination.

"An ascension? Oh, I like the sound of that," she said, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Let's give them a show they'll never forget."

She pushed open the gates and strode onto the school grounds, her head held high. She could feel eyes on her already, but she didn't care. Let them stare. Let them whisper.

As she walked towards the school, she could hear the murmurs growing louder. She reveled in their confusion, in their shock. It was music to her ears.

When she reached the school doors, she paused and turned to you, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Are you ready, Chichi Manescau?