6/58. Clash

“Oh.” She gaped at me as if she couldn’t make her mind whether I was Angeline or not.

As Stella’s eyes locked with mine and we gape at each other, Aaron clicked his tongue and chuckled.

“No, Stella. That’s Ava. She doesn’t even resemble Angeline. Those pups.” Turning his head to look at me, he dismissed Stella with a motion of his hand as if she were a stray dog. That son of a flea-infested chihuahua!

But she took a few steps closer anyway, not acknowledging his gesture.

Even though I was now a buxom blond could she recognize me? Could she feel that inside the magical-mask I was wearing, I was still her Angel? My heart screamed at that thought, both dreading and yearning for her to recognize me. How I wanted her to jump into my arms, but I knew it would ruin my plans.

I cleared my throat, giving her an awkward wave of my hand. “Hello, pup, I am your cousin Ava from the Opal Moon Pack.”

She gasped again, a cute oh forming on her mouth, “A cousin? Cool. Do you know when Angel is