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CHAPTER 24

작가: Lizbeth Rose
last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-09-30 10:58:04

KIMANI

Without wasting time, Malik got to work in my room.

“Okay, which color of hair do you wanna go for?” he asked, bringing out wigs like a magician pulling rabbits from a hat.

“How many did you bring?” I blinked at the growing mountain on my bed.

“I dunno,” he said breezily. “I just brought every color I thought you might like. Blonde bombshell, fiery redhead, mysterious brunette… pick your poison.”

“Normal,” I said firmly, tugging a plain brown wig from the pile. “If I walk into an office looking like a rainbow unicorn, they’ll kick me out before I even finish saying ‘good morning.’”

“Ugh, you’re no fun,” Malik pouted. But he set to work, parting and brushing the wig until it looked sleek and natural. Then came the glasses. Oversized frames that swallowed half my face. “Instant disguise,” he declared.

While he dabbed foundation on my cheeks and muttered about my “ungrateful pores,” his phone buzzed. He hit video call without asking.

Within seconds, Zendaya’s bright face
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