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She had expected it to look like her, but she hadn’t expected it to be her.
There was no ethereal beauty to the picture. Alex had simply drawn her as she was everyday, sitting across him from the table with countless scratches running over its grey coating. Her white jacket seemed fluffy to the touch, and Serenity ran a hand over the picture in awe, almost feeling the frizz of her hair.
But there was something missing, she realized as her eyes were drawn to the corner of her mouth on the paper. Her lip…
There was a spot on her bottom lip that Serenity had a habit of constantly nibbling on. It was a bit more wounded than the rest of her mouth, but that part on the drawing had been left blank.
Oh my God. The lipgloss would have covered it. Serenity’s eyes widened and her heart skipped a beat, just that one ba-dump of realisation. He noticed, he noticed, he noticed!
With some difficulty, she focused back on the drawing. There was a half-smile on paper-Serenity’s face as she stared down at her notebook, one elbow propped up with her hand at her neck, holding her hair back.
Real-life Serenity yawned, easing out the creases from the abused paper before folding it gently and setting it on her side table.
Her fingers brushed a glossy surface and she frowned. It was just an invitation to her friend Andromeda’s fundraising dinner. She was raising money and hiring for her contemporary magazine. Serenity wasn’t planning to go; there were too many people that she would undoubtedly have to acquaint herself with.
For a magazine. An art magazine. Scrambling to turn her lamp on again, Serenity flipped the card over to the RSVP section, and with her free hand she grabbed her phone.
Maybe someone else could go into her place.
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