Chapter 450 Blotted Lipstick

AMELIA 

I blot the red lipstick with some tissue.

I don't recognize the woman staring back at me. It isn't just the makeup that's making her look different, the eyes are all wrong. Hard. Cold.

Looking back, I have no clue of how I managed to be Yara Huxley for so long. Maybe the problem is that I...

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