Zoe's POV:
I stared at my reflection like it held answers. Like if I just looked long enough… something would shift. Something would click. The confusion, the fear, the weight sitting in my chest—it would all rearrange itself into something that made sense.
But it didn't.
It never did.
The girl staring back at me looked perfect. Composed. Polished. Ready. There was no mistake about it—I looked exactly like her.
Chloe.
Not Zoe.
Red hair was tied to perfection, soft waves framing my face effortlessly. My lips were glossed just enough to catch the light with every movement, and my features looked sharper somehow, refined beneath makeup that hid almost every trace of the girl I used to be. Even the freckles scattered across my nose were barely noticeable now, concealed beneath flawless skin and careful artistry.
I may have learned a thing or two from Ashley.
