Kat let out a stream of nearly silent curses. “Wait.” She looked the woman in the eyes. “Evey, is it? I didn’t mean to come off like that. I’ve had a really trying couple weeks and I’m not used to people being so nice to me. I can’t guarantee to be a replacement Mikael, but if you need a friend, I can be that. And my makeup isn’t a butterfly.” Her voice trailed off as the last sentence fell flat. A hand subconsciously rose to her face, blocking her mouth from sight.

            “Well, Kat, I’m glad we’re going to be friends. And no matter what your makeup is or isn’t, I don’t think you need it. You’re really pretty. The most...

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