"How?" I ask puzzled and my eyes return to the clock on the television, eight thirty-eight. Damn, she does know something's up. She had to know if not, she wouldn't be so insistent.
"Yes! Come on, it'll be fun. Those YouTube videos always come out of people wearing makeup like Taylor Swift or Gal Gadot, I bet I can make the two of you look identical! Her faces even look a bit alike"
I don't know whether or not to be offended by the comment, because it sounds painfully similar to those of all Deltas are equal in which the higher castes joked that they could not differentiate us.
Sammara remains silent with her head bowed. The situation is making her uncomfortable, that's for sure but Sacha is completely immune as she searches for her brushes and other things about her.
Nine minus twent
