Chapter Thirteen
Mrs Nightingale tsk’ed audibly. She pulled on Aura’s t-shirt as she fumbled to take it off.
“What is this mess? This isn’t how a lady should wander the streets! What if a paparazzo saw you and took a picture of you like that?”
Aura whined like only a teenager can, “Nobody saw me, I’m in disguise.”
“Well, surely nobody would recognise you in this dilapidated condition,” her mother said, pushing Aura to turn around in her undies like checking on a mannequin at a shop-window. “A tiny benefit to this absurd situation.”
Aura frowned and puffed out air.
“Why aren’t you wearing your push-up bra? Those are fine for now but I have been informed that selfies require a bit more… oomph.”
“I’m not getting ready for a beauty pageant mom! Nobody is gonna rate me or anything.”
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