Avery's POVGetting ready for a proper date was different from getting ready for a shift at Velvet Underground and the difference hit me the moment I opened the wardrobe door. For the club, the process was automatic. Wig in, makeup and mask on, costume, done. Twenty minutes and Avery ceased to exist. Scarlett stepped out and Scarlett was untouchable.Tonight I was going out as myself, in my own clothes, with my own face, and I was standing in front of this wardrobe for fifteen minutes trying to decide what that looked like.I pulled out a dark green dress and held it up. It was too much for a quiet diner on Clement Street. I put it back. I tried a cream blouse and dark jeans and looked in the mirror and thought it was fine, but fine was not the point, so I put the blouse back too. I settled eventually on a fitted navy top, dark jeans, and the small gold earrings I wore when I wanted to look like I had made an effort without it being obvious that I had.The earrings belonged to my moth
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