Jasmine
I almost didn’t recognize her from behind.
That was the thought that stopped me cold in the library doorway. My arms were full of textbooks as I stared at the back of a head that looked exactly like my own reflection for one disorienting second.
Same copper-red hair, same loose waves, same oversized cardigan I actually owned, draped over the same kind of plain white dress I’d worn to campus twice last week.
My brow furrowed as I waited patiently for whoever it was to turn toward me, eager to know who’d decided to be a copycat. And when they did, it was none other than Mia.
My eyes widened in shock. If anything, I should have felt proud that Mia loved my aesthetic so much that she had decided to dress exactly like me.
But instead, unease settled deeper inside me—a cold, crawli
