❝ Why do I feel like I'm just a chapter in your book while you're my entire story? ❞
❝ Well, you're obviously wrong, because you're my entire novel, cover to cover. ❞
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A blank canvas. That's how my life was. Until she took my hand...
61. chapter sixty-one: mademoiselle and her monsieur! <3
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"Ouch! Ouch! Quit it—ow!"
Unfortunately, the more I yelped, the harder she pulled at my hair. "They have—ah—life too!"
"Your hair is totally insufferable, just like you!" Misty exclaimed, and I winced at her in the mirror. She gave one more violent tug, and I yelped. "No rubber bands are helping to tie it back."
"I never asked you to do this!" I exclaimed, rubbing the back of my head sorely. "I only wanted a convincing enough disguise, and any other hairstyle would have been just fine!"
Before Misty could retort, the doorbell rang. "Oh, that must be Gary and May. I'll get it!" She ran out of the room, and I sighed at myself. Wearing formals had been a far-fetched idea for me. I stood up and examined the suit I was in with keen distaste.
In minutes, the two of them were shifting from one foot to the other, looking nervous. I was equally drunk on nerves, but I had to be the one to end this cold war and ask for help. "Um," I cleared my throat. "I guess I should be apologetic… er, I mean—"
Before I could complete my sentence, I was almost thrown back onto the bed by May tackling me into a hug. "I should be saying that." She hiccupped. I awkwardly shifted my hands to pat her back. When she withdrew, she had a teary smile on her face. "Please forgive us?"
I nodded and realized my vision had gone blurry too. I blinked rapidly and repeated the action. "Yeah."
The atmosphere lightened significantly after Gary shook my hand in apology. Misty clapped her hands to get our attention. "I'm glad things worked out, but May and I gotta get ready too! We can't just loiter around here!"
Gary rummaged through a small bag and took out a vial of something. "This is the hair formula I use. I brought a new one. Here."
I groaned as I was led to the dressing mirror again for another round of hair styling.
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Readjusting my mask to fit right above my nose, I walked upstairs. The noise of the party happening above bounced off the school's walls as I approached the first floor, my eyes wide, searching for any sign of her.
