CHAPTER 8
‘There, don’t you all feel better now that you’re not hiding your true selves anymore?’ Kingston asked, methodically putting all the jars and washcloths neatly back into his case, being careful to keep the used ones from the single clean cloth that was left. The amount of make-up Jasmine’s mother had covered them in had truly astonished him. He had expected a lot to come off Erin and Jasmine’s faces, for he knew that it wasn’t uncommon for teenage girls to dress themselves up with the stuff so that they could go to balls and other functions which only adults were allowed to attend; he’d thus assumed they would be a lot younger than they first appeared, but the boys had even more caked on their faces.
The boys’ beards and moustaches had obviously been fake, he had been able to t
