“How did you know it was me?” Clara demanded.
“What do you mean?” Evelyn replied.
“I didn’t have wings.”
“You could have easily kept them tucked behind your back.”
“I was going plain Jane.”
“Ma chère. Taking off your makeup does not suddenly make you incognito. Contrary to popular culture, putting on glasses does not render you unrecognisable by those who know you…intimately.”
“I looked nothing like normal. Not in that form.”
“You don’t remember?” Evelyn asked as her eyes softened. “You looked just like that when we first met.”
“What?” Clara asked, no longer certain about what to believe.