I've been staring at myself in this mirror for five minutes. Charles and Arthur are apparently going to be at the masquerade tonight. I checked the party list and both of their names were on it.
I usually wouldn't let this slide, but this was the perfect chance.
I've been looking at myself for so long and I have no idea why. I haven't seen my dad in almost four years. In a way, I'm wanting to impress him. It sounds pathetic, but I can't help it.
I also feel the need to impress someone else tonight.
Jane and I are going under cover as a couple. Which means I'm not wearing my usual mask tonight.
I'm wearing a black mask with red detailing to match with Jane's more delicate mask.
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Deja was doing Jane's makeup to make her look different. We wanted to appear normal, so we couldn't look like we were trying to hide.
I haven't shaved in a while, so I had a decent amount of scruff on my face. Hopefully, that was enough to be unrecognizable.
I would also be putting in colored contacts. My green eyes were something a lot of people remembered.
So tonight, my eyes would be brown.
I took a deep breath before running my hands down my red blazer. I opened up the bathroom door and saw Jane and Deja getting ready in the living room.
Jane looked...hot?
Deja had managed to make her cheekbones more prominent and her nose a different shape all with makeup. Quite impressive honestly. Jane's piercing blue eyes were now a dark brown, almost black.
Mine were going to be a lighter brown.
Jane was wearing a tight red dress that hugged every curve perfectly. It was a thick strapped dress with a very low cut. The cut gradually got more narrow as it made its way between her breasts and stopped just below them.
My eyes couldn't help but wander along her body.
"Red looks good on you," Her words snapped me out of my trance. I looked up at her eyes as Deja made the finishing touches by spraying Jane's face.
"It's my color baby," I winked at her as I ran my hands through my hair. Her eyes went wide briefly. She shook her head quickly, rolling her eyes. She thanked Deja as she stood up. She seemed taller so I looked down at her heels.
She was still shorter than me because she wasn't very tall, to begin with.
"Your contacts are on the side table, Harry," Deja pointed at the table next to the couch. I walked over and opened up the small container.
