How is this possible?
Her hair is pulled up into a tight ponytail, giving me a clear view of her face. Even in the dark, the resemblance is unmistakable.
“Um, who is…” I gasp breathlessly, not once taking my eyes off her.
She smiles and I almost pass out.
Holy heavens. We have the same smile too. The one where the top lip is slightly pushed over the bottom lip with dimples indenting both cheeks.
Before anyone can speak, Louis catches up, pointing dramatically at Neal, “By order of the Count, you are so getting your ass whipped.” Then he turns to my lookalike, “Hello there, Agatha.”
My brain empties of all thoughts as it clicks…
Of course! Of f*****g course.
She’s Agatha, my famed lookalike. The woman I cosplayed to Bethany’s gala five days ago.
“Of course,” I whisper. No wonde
