He read through the attributes thrice more before spotting the connection: hazel eyes; caramel skin, accented beneath with a golden hue; sleek raven hair that usually didn’t fall past her shoulders. Yasmine’s appearance aligned perfectly with the waitress’s, which meant she had been an actor disguised to look like the Fuhren. He pounded his fist atop his knee, victorious. He’d been too enamored by the fantastical when he should have been paying attention to the normal.
This will help when she attacks Celeste University.
