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... meone had copied her nail color.
It wasn’t exact—hers was a limited import from Virelli’s spring line, a muted lilac with opalescent shimmer. The girl three desks down had something cheaper. Thicker. Overcompensating. It pooled at the cuticles. Sloppy.
Amateurs.
Ophelia tilted her chin slightly, letting the sunlight hit her cheekbones at a flattering angle. If one more girl in the academy dared to imitate her lip gloss palette, she was going to file an official complaint. ...
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