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The mole had been pasted on the tip of Irene's nose and it started flapping about as she breathed, dangling and stopping short of detaching. Isaac was staring at her, and she was close enough for him to smell the thick scent of makeup. Frowning so much his brows almost met, he told her, "Your mole is falling off." Irene quickly clasped a hand over her nose—she blinked her fake eyelashes even as Isaac kept staring at her. "Don't tell me it's a fake mole to look pretty?" he asked.

MONALISA "This is so fun!" I let out an excited scream that got drowned in the noise of the club anyways. "I know, right?" Irene chuckled, lifting a glass of beer to her lips and chugging down half the contents. "But you look like you are hiding something behind those wide smiles. They don't look genuine" She pointed out while I took a large gulp right from the bottle. "Hiding something? Of course not" I shook my head and flashed her an even bigger smile.

Masterpiece complete. I shoot him a glare before grabbing my phone, flipping the camera to selfie mode. My eyes widen. ”RICH!" I knew I shouldn’t have trusted him. Because staring back at me is the most obnoxiously crude drawing I have ever seen. A very detailed... "You drew a dick on my face." Rich falls back onto the bed, howling with laughter. ”Not just a dick, sweetheart, it’s a work of art! Look at the shading! The realism!”

carved into it. On my first day in prison, the other inmates heard that "I" had killed a child in a hit-and-run and fled the scene. So, they pinned me to the ground and branded that mark of shame onto my face. From that day on, beatings became part of my daily life. Riley froze for a moment. A trace of guilt flashed in her eyes before it disappeared. Just then, Leo Ferdinand leaned out from the passenger seat. His face had been altered, and he no longer looked quite like he used to. Then again, with Riley being one of the most renowned plastic surgeons in the country, changing someone's face was effortless for her.

Nothing made sense to me. "Who is he? What are you trying to say?" I was lost. "Don't you know him? Perhaps he would answer you," he replied. "What exactly do you mean?" Exasperated, I inquired. With his mouse, he began to digitally remove the man's moustaches, sideburns, and bulbous nose. Mike's face appeared. "Mike!" I exclaimed, "Mike is wearing a disguise. What exactly does that have to do with me?" I inquired, perplexed.

Rick uttered. I simply covered my mouth with both hands. The figure was infused with cybernetic padding and dawning a emotion less face. “Cynosure,” Ghost fire addressed with an uneasy volume emitting from her voice. “Lets the fun begin,” the designer said with a grin.

Neil admitted, looking down. “Who is he?” I asked Neil, tilting my head. “He... he’s Mike.” Roy's other darling? I recognized his face. I had seen his photo when Ethan handed me the iPad containing his information, but the person before me looked nothing like that picture, completely transformed. The makeup on this person’s face was so thick it would take hours to remove, concealing his true appearance entirely. Comparing such a face to Neil's would be an insult to Neil. “Well, well, here to enjoy the music festival with your new fling?”

she said and turned on her camera. She scrambled through her scattered things and took her tripod and put her phone on it. She turned on her live video and sure the viewers were seeing her red bulging eyes. Soon people were joining the live stream so she waved and began to put on a show. “There was an incident a few days ago which I’d love to address…” she sniffed and wiped her tears with some tissues “So Cole as you know him is a fake, he’s all nice on camera and all but he’s a terrible person in real life… I know this because I’ve known him for a very long time we go way back”

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The day the Sterling family came to honor an old marriage agreement, my adopted younger sister suddenly confessed. "I used Sophie's photo to date a scholarship kid online. He's coming here today to propose, and someone that low is the kind of person I deserve. "Mom, Dad, I don't deserve the Sterling marriage. Send me away." Her eyes swam with tears. She looked stubborn and self-sacrificing, the perfect brave little martyr. My parents, who'd always favored Ava, made their decision immediately. They pointed at me, standing off to the side, watching the whole performance. "Ava grew up with us. She understands our world better than you do. She's the one who should marry into the Sterling fa