When she was shown her face in an oval hand mirror, she let go a small “ahhh!” This woman looked like her, but had street-sweeper lashes above large, defined sooty eyes with silver sparkles. There were iridescent, light-reflecting angles to her complexion, and a bold crimson mouth. Laurie tried to fit this brash vamp with Real Laurie, cowering inside. She was now projecting a person she didn’t feel. She didn’t entirely mind it, though. It was another mask, like the one she wore at work.
