“Comparing it to the original,” I say simply, holding the picture beside her face. She almost allows herself to laugh at that. My eyes flick between her and the poster, scanning each feature. I hand it back to her in a matter of seconds. “Not enough freckles.” “Not enough…” Her head whips in my direction, confusion crinkling her brow. “What do you mean, not enough freckles?” “I mean,” I say without looking at her, “they didn’t draw enough freckles.”
