She felt it when she walked in though she didn't really know exactly what it was.
She could feel them looking at her, more like looking through her, through her perfect appearance she crafted for over an hour that morning. Through the impeccably tailored dress. Through the pin straight hair.
They can tell. They know who I really am.
She thought that if she put enough effort in, she could pull it off. She could be what she wanted and they would always go along with it, no one the wiser.
Of course, she was wrong just like she'd always been. No matter how perfect she was, she wasn't.
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