Alethea I watch as Alice shreds the paper into tiny pieces before striding into the bathroom. She tosses the scraps into the toilet, flushes, and watches as they disappear, erasing any evidence of our conversation. That's when I finally take a good look at her. Her sharp cheekbones, perfectly arched brows, and smooth brown skin make her features striking. But it's her eyes-deep brown, warm yet piercing-that make my stomach tighten. They remind me of Selena. I've memorized Selena's face so well that I could recognize her features even with my eyes closed. And now, staring at Alice, I can't shake the familiarity. "You look familiar," I mutter, my voice barely above a whisper. She doesn't hesitate. "That's because we're cousins." Before I can react, she strides toward the door. Her hand hovers over the handle, but just as she's about to leave, she pauses. Without turning around, she says, "Don't do anything stupid. Wait for my instructions." I frown. Wait for her instructions?
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