“How do I look?” I asked Aimee as we got ready in my dorm room.
She looked at me and rolled her eyes. “Ridiculous.” She walked over to me and snatched the cheap blonde wig off my head.
“Hey!”
“You looked like you were trying out for a low-budget local theater. Trust me. It’d only draw more attention to wear that ugly thing.”
“Ug, fine.”
I was worried about Asher, so I decided that, even though I told Asher I wouldn’t go sit in the gallery during his punishment committee, I would sneak in anyway. When Aimee had heard about my plan, she agreed to go with me.
She didn’t seem to agree with my choice of disguise, however.
“I have to wear something or Asher will spot me right away,” I said.
“He’d see you right away, wearing that. We’ll sit in the back. It will be fine.”
I wasn’t conv
