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The morning’s torrential downpour had faded into a light rain, so subtle it could only be seen in the streetlights. Sara’s hair twinkled with a thousand tiny water droplets.
Groups of people converged on a restaurant that was set up far fancier than she remembered. Tables were draped with white tablecloths, glasses sparkled in artificial candlelight, and throngs of people in cheap black clothes mingled. The lights were dimmed low and the place settings shone.
“Look, I think she got some mascara,” Alexa whispered, nodding to a dark-haired woman as she passed.
“Her eyelashes might just be like that,” Sara replied.
Alexa inclined her head in thought. “That’s why I got red lipstick,” she replied. “So no one could possibly say that about me.”
“If that’s your goal, you should probably h
