The Watched Girl by Rachel Rust

Author:Rachel Rust [Rust, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B071F411R3
Goodreads: 34642888
Publisher: Evernight Teen
Published: 2017-05-10T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Staring back at me from the mirror was a different person: Theresa Roberts.

The blonde wig didn’t look like a wig at all, it looked like real hair from my head. Chin-length with a side-swept bang, the wig hugged my face. But the most startling change was my blue eyes. My natural hazel eyes had stared back at me from before I could remember, but now, looking into the blue eyes in the mirror, it was as if an entirely new—and strange—person had taken over my body. I didn’t look like myself one bit. Not the hair, not the eyes, and not my face shape, thanks to Suzanna’s contouring brushes. My nose appeared thinner, my face more gaunt.

“Wow,” I whispered. “I can’t believe it.”

“Glad you like it,” Suzanna said.

“Theresa Roberts. Theresa Roberts.” I said the name over and over again. It didn’t feel comfortable or familiar.

“Let’s show ’em.” Suzanna opened the door and I stepped out into the living room.

At first, no one said a word and I was fearful that they didn’t like it. As though it wasn’t good enough and Suzanna and I would have to start all over.

But then Toby whistled. Not a catcall whistle, but a long, low, whistle of Wow. Thatcher smiled and clapped her hands together, apparently in agreement with Toby. Han had no change in expression, which didn’t surprise me. Once a douche, always a douche.

Eddie didn’t say anything, he just stared—and kept staring.

Suzanna explained all the changes she had made. “She needs to look beautiful, but forgettable. The black dress, though nice, will blend in because many people will be wearing black. It’s a classic color. And her hair, though very light blonde, is short, which is more forgettable than long, wavy hair.”

As she continued about my appearance, Eddie kept his gaze on me. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Did he like blondes? Did he not like blondes? What about the blue eyes? So different from my hazel ones. But what if he liked blue eyes better and when I took out the contacts he’d be disappointed? All kinds of idiotic worries flew through my head, adding to my already huge list of anxieties over the night to come.

Thatcher put her hand up, stopping Suzanna mid-sentence. “Thank you very much, you did a wonderful job. Agent Kim here will show you out.” Han stood and escorted Suzanna out the suite doors. Thatcher turned her attention to me. “You’re probably wondering what exactly we’re expecting from you tonight.”

I nodded.

“It’s really quite simple,” she said. “You’re going to be a guest at the gala. You simply need to meet Sergei Romanov, who will be under his alias, Jack Chenko. Hear him speak and give us the signal whether it is the same man from the lumber warehouse last week.”

“What if he recognizes me, though?”

Eddie shook his head. “He won’t. You look nothing like yourself, besides he’s never seen your face, right? You had a pillowcase over your head when you met him. All he’s ever seen are photos of you, which aren’t as good for identifying people.

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