Evelyn walked up to Clara, and gave her a hard look. Spotting something off with her makeup, she licked a finger and brushed off the offending element from Clara’s face. The angel did her best not to laugh, but a snicker broke through nonetheless.
“The last person to do that was my mother,” Clara said.
“Hush, ma chère,” Evelyn replied. “I don’t need to be reminded that I’m her elder…”
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