His Secret Princess
My grip tightened instinctively around the mask, and without giving it a second thought, I slid it behind my back.
Please don’t let him see it, I thought to myself, a lump rising in my throat. It was a different mask than the old one, but it would certainly still raise red flags in his mind. He was smart; he would put two and two together in a heartbeat.
Matt’s eyes found mine, but I quickly averted my gaze, hoping he wouldn’t notice the bright green contacts that were a far cry from my usual mismatched hues.
“Celeste,” he greeted with a hint of surprise in his voice. “Hey, Fiona. What are you two up to?”
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