The Blonde Identity

by Ally Carter

Really, the only bright side was when she realized that her dress had pockets.

Maybe she was just too tired and hungry—and, let’s face it, probably concussed—for a proper breakdown.

Everyone knows that to do a breakdown properly, you need snacks.

Maybe in her other life she was a nautical badass, but in this one she was a woman with a sore head, ragged tights, and a full bladder.

It sounded like such a good idea—like shampoo with conditioner but what you get is hair that’s not really shampooed and also not really conditioned and I don’t know how I know that!

Don’t get bangs.

So they stood there—a woman with no history and a man with way too much—and