ora
t was fragile. I was a novelty, a puzzle they were trying to so
with Madison Sinclair. It was
ess, detached herself from a group and began
rk, no doubt-she'd have told Madison that Aurora's gown was definitely a fake, tha
a shade too bright, the seams puckered. It was a weapon designed for a very specific kind of attack.
oud enough to be heard. "Oh my god, Chloe! You'll never believe it. It seem
n nearby perked up. 'Astra' was a new, enigmatic online brand whose limited-r
ir designs are so fresh, and the best part is how affordable they are! They make t
ing fakes. But since I am a Sinclair, everyone will assume mine is t
, Madison, you two are practically twins! But Aurora, sister," she said, her eyes wide with fake sympath
hispers started again, t
-off. I
rd to fit in.
s as a Sinclair. She must w
adison stood before me, their eyes gleaming with triumph. They tho
poorly constructed seams of Madison's dr
had n
rap wasn't mine. It was of their own making,
elf. I simply took a slow sip of my
Let them fly as high as their
so much more sat
es, searching. And then I saw her, standing ne
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