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He stated. Jason squinted his eyes, he didn't seem to recall knowing him anywhere. “Oh you don't need try, you will never remember who I am. No matter how hard you try.” George blurted. Jason cleared his throat, “ I still haven't heard anything answer from you. Do you choose to help us or not?” He asked. “ I am tired of talking to you for now. Take them away boys, let the one in a red dress stay. She looks intriguing.” George said and turned to walk to his seat.

Only women were prescribed to wear a cloak, but every Zorpheans she saw looked the same. “Let’s go?” Snapping out of her thoughts, Z looked at George who was offering his hand. She’d been too occupied that she hadn’t noticed the hours that passed by. Nevertheless, she took his hand, and they exited, hearing the cheerful goodbye of Miss Merrylod. “What happened to you? You look wasted.” “What’s on the women’s wrist?” she blurted out even before she could stop herself. Taken aback, George adjusted the two transparent bags he’s holding. “It’s a black shackle, Z. Why’d you ask?”

Everything tagged, everything accessible, everything here. I stand in the entrance for a full three seconds just taking it in. "Welcome to the world's most organized attic," George says from beside me, already moving toward the period costume section with the ease of someone who knows exactly where everything lives. We work fast. He knows the inventory better than I expected — pulling pieces, checking sizing, holding fabric up to the light with the practiced eye of someone who has greenlit enough productions to develop instincts about what reads from a stage. In forty minutes, we have everything. Costumes that are, frankly, better than the originals. Props that are sturdier, more detailed, m

Then finally it is time for the big reveal, which George accompanies with a very loud “Ta-da!” I gasp as I stare at the girl in the mirror. An amazingly gamine girl with a short pixie cut that emphasises her green eyes and pale skin stares back at me. A girl with cheekbones and plump lips all brought out by hair the amazing shade of an autumn maple leaf. That girl surely can’t be me? “Do you like it?” George asks, sounding hesitant for the first time since we arrived.

As the clothes George gave me were all exclusive, one-of-a-kind pieces, in order to create a fake version of me, he had to send people to hunt down knock-offs. The pain was unbearable. Why was I not dead yet? Why was I not reunited with my parents? Suddenly, a voice broke through the haze, tinged with impatience. “What are you doing here?” George sounded irritated. Annie let out an instinctive yelp and quickly released her grip on me.

Luck had been on Zezi's side that night and she didn't even have to look for George before he came to her. He had picked the lock of the Hall of Sculptures and slipped into it, his eyes sharp with observation, until he took a step back, startled. "I thought they were here," the words rushed out of his mouth, then he paused, his nose scrunching upwards. "Your scent has changed. You smell like them." Even though Gwen had brought a new dress for her, it felt like George could still see her in her ripped white dress. She smoothened the sleeves of her dress with her hands, brushing her fingers lightly over the high collar after she was done.

She is dressed like Harley Quinn and I must say it suits her. Jules is the Joker. Coincidence? Perhaps. But I also knew how he was going to dress and I persuaded Lilian to dress like Harley Quinn. Right now they are looking at each other, laughing and being all “Oh, my god, can you imagine it?!” I am at the bar, waiting for my drink when George approaches me. He is dressed like Thor. “And who the fuck are you?” He asks, looking at me. I am wearing a white shirt and a high-waisted skirt with a headband.

"I've never seen him before in my entire life so I have no idea what home he's talking about" The strange man sighs and steps closer to me. "My name is George, beta to King Carter of Warwick pack". He pauses and brings out a locket from underneath his cloak and points it at me. "Take a look at this". With a worried look on my face, I turn to look at Donovan. He quickly averts his gaze from mine but I'm fast enough to see the helplessness in his eyes. Darla looks like she's in a daze state, her eyes are wide open and her body looks like it's stiffened.

King gave them the card so they decided to doll themselves up a bit. Aurora in a red short dress with her hair down which she hardly does and Georgiis in a black short dress with her bun messy bun leaving the two men stunned and satisfied.