“A bit cliché, I’ll admit.”
She gasped when a second version of Plain-face appeared on the balcony that overlooked the dance floor. The man sat with one hip on the railing, folding his arms as he smiled down at her. “This about fear, Anna.”
“And the thing you fear most,” the first one said, “is yourself.”
Anna snorted.
“But which version of yourself? Hmm?” He strode forward, grabbing Anna by the shoulders, and peered into her eyes. “Is it this one? The freak who drives everyone else away?”
The setting changed and her clothing as well. She was now in an open field with picnic tables. Her hair was once again its natural shade of red, done up in a ponytail.
Members of her family stood in little clusters, talking amicably with one another. Aunts, uncles, second cousins: they all seemed o
