Celeste
“I think you forgot to take out your colored contact lenses.”
The shock of Fiona’s words hung heavily in the air. My eyes widened.
“No,” I said with a wry laugh, shaking my head. “Stop teasing me, Fiona. It’s not nice.”
“Celeste.” Fiona grabbed my wrist, her eyes burning with sincerity. “I’m not joking. Come here.”
Still holding my wrist, she yanked me to my feet and headed for the bathroom. I followed close behind, my heart pounding in my ears, matching the rush of panic swirling in my gut.
With a light shove, Fiona pushed me over to the mirror. Upon seeing my reflection staring back at me, my stomach dropped.
“God, how could I be so stupid?” I muttered, staring at the reflection in the bathroom mirror. The vivid blue contact lenses that had transforme
