Three faces of Rose
The moment she saw me or rather her, she stopped, her eyes widened, her hand flying to her chest.
“Rose… what is this?” Mom’s voice trembled. “What’s with all the makeup and that… dress? Where do you think you’re going at this time of the night?”
Blaire stood, turning around slowly like a model on a runway.
She wore a short, black, strapless gown that clung to her curves and left little to imagination.
Even I would’ve blushed seeing myself like that.
“Ta-da-da-dah!” Blaire sang, her tone playful but cruel. “This is not your lovely daughter Rose, woman. So please, move out of my way.”
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