Zoe’s POV

I walked out of the house wearing Chloe’s face.

Not literally, but close enough.

The mirror had agreed with us. The makeup hid my scar perfectly. The hair, the dress, the posture, everything screamed Chloe. Anyone looking wouldn’t question it twice. That was the whole point.

This wasn’t our first switching places, and definitely might not be our last.

Before I left, I handed Chloe my phone, and she gave me hers. Of course we knew each others password now.

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