I walk through my front door and am surprised by a camera flash. It blinds me for a moment. I reopen my eyes and see Becky photographing my ball gown. “Hi, gorgeous. How are you doing? Better than your dress, I hope! Look what you’re making me do… it would look so much better on you!”
“We’ve been over this, Becky. No one can know I’m working at the Secret Palace. I’d rather not be pictured all over the internet! Especially not in the dress I wore to the gala.”
“I could cut your head off! In the pictures I mean. That way no one would see your face. You’d be incognito.”
I really want to help her but I stay firm on my decision. “I’m sorry Becky, but it’s best not to take any chances. Someone might recognize my hands or something.”
“You’re such a killjoy sometimes! It wouldn’t hurt you to
