Chapter 10 CHAPTER 10.

At exactly six o’clock, there was a knock.

Knock knock.

Two people came in: a woman with a makeup case and a man with a garment rack and a measuring tape. I stared at them like they were surgeons.

“Lia Moreno?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said. “But I’m still me. Don’t swap my face for a stranger.”

She...

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