It's a woman's paradise. Just one single week away from a man's gaze, a husband's constant whining, a little brother's endless complaining, and a father's relentless meddling. What the rest of the world would consider an impossibility, Amity Park has on a monthly basis for the past 4 years. And it's all thanks to Maddie's smarts for recreating the spell and Jazz's wit for thinking of convincing Kitty to let them utilize her kiss every month.

Ever since that one instance of having every boy in the vicinity disappear, they worked towards recreating it without the drawback of permanent extinction for the males after midnight. It was a much quicker procedure than they thought it would be. It only took a matter of days. And like that, the tradition began.

And they make the best out of their new freedom. Even with the knowledge that they have the entire week to themselves, or even longer if they so choose, they take the time to really savor the short time that they gave themselves. The mother-daughter duo mostly spend their time getting to know each other and bond, speaking on interests, expressing their goals, even voicing their previous boyfriends. Though, Jazz just now learned of her mother's more experienced past.

“No way!” the 20 year old interjects, not believing her ears as she observes her mother on the uneven bars,

“Yup,” Maddie says, continuing her routine, “The bottle chose us that night. What was supposed to be a small kiss between friends for some horny boys at a party turned into a night of rough, thorough scissoring way before curfew.”

“But how’d you land Sam’s mom?! She’s so prissy and eloquent.”

“Time is magical, sweetie. One second you’re a teacher’s pet, the next you’re a dropout. What was once an apathetic bully is now a church leader. And who you thought was the most open-minded, caring, sweet and savory girl turns into the most arrogant, self-centered, bitter, holier than thou, conceited little sow you’ve ever laid eyes on!”

Maddie finishes her routine, sticking her landing as Jazz gives her mother a shocked expression, piecing together her point.

“She changed that much, huh?” Jazz questions as Maddie takes a sip from her water bottle,

“Yeah, but that’s life. Pamela took her path and I took mine. Which I can’t be too mad at at the end of the day cause now I …