“Creative adjustments?” I repeated with a wince.
Caleb took me to the side, conversing about the beauty mark in private. I understand it’s ridiculous to be so focused on a beauty mark, but Rosemarie was portraying me. And little by little, I couldn’t trust that I was wholeheartedly myself. Lilah was still perched on her throne in the back of my mind, making me question everything around me. It’s petty of me but I didn’t want Rosemarie to have any kind of differences from who I am.
“Yes, why are you hung up on this?” The chip of annoyance in his voice scrapped at my skin, making me flinch at his tone. He was speaking to me as my boss, my director, not a friend or lover, gazing down at me with crossed arms. The darkness in his green eyes brought a stab of pain to my heart. I forced myself
