Superstitious to the Core by Tannis Mill

Vera wasn’t leaving her romantic future to chance: she arrived at the Halloween party on a mission.

First, she bulldozed to the front of the queue to bob for an apple. Then, she threw the intact peel over her shoulder to reveal her true love’s first initial (which was ‘S,’ unsurprisingly).

Finally, locked in the loo, Vera munched her apple by candlelight, waiting for a glimpse of her future husband in the mirror. Ever impatient, she whined, “who will I marry, who will I marry… who will I BLOODY MARRY?”

The dark-haired woman materialised behind her and hissed, “Close enough…”