~CAKE~
Eliana is humming off-key while my hands soak in warm water, and I’m staring at my reflection like it might give me answers if I glare hard enough.
“Stop looking at yourself like that,” she says. “You’re going to scare the nail tech.”
“I’m not glaring,” I mutter. “I’m thinking.”
“That’s worse.”
I glance at her. She’s perched on the salon chair beside me, legs crossed with her phone in hand, hair wrapped in foil like she’s auditioning to be a baked potato. Her outfit is like always, soft and expensive-looking. She had on cream trousers, fitted brown top, and gold hoops. She was effortless, as always.
I look down at myself instead. I was in Nico’s clothes. He had sent a text message informing me of my hair and nail appointment and ordered me to wear something from yesterday.
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