Before the official performance, the location of the venue remained a secret.
Although many online had already deduced the final performance site, the local passersby were oblivious.
A space had been cordoned off by the riverbank, but people still walked and fished as usual, paying little heed.
After dinner, the staff began to notify the perforrs one by one to get ready.
When the door was knocked, Hannah was sitting in front of the mirror, putting on her last pearl earring.
The pearl was round and lustrous, its soft white glow made her skin appear delicate and fair.
She looked up, smiled at her reflection in the mirror, and said, "You’re here?"
In the darkness, a cold light flashed.
Tiffany Lynch clenched the object in her hand, slowly closed the door behind her, and locked it.
The smile on her lips grew more sinister.
Today, she had co made up like Hannah, dressed like Hannah; if one were to just look at the figure from behind, it would be very difficult to tell them apart.
But even the most exquisite makeup couldn’t hide Tiffany’s haggard and twisted face, making her seem like a ghoul.
She hid the object in her hand behind her back and took steps forward, staring intently at the face in the mirror, "Hannah Winter, you’re living quite the life, aren’t you?"
Lately, she’d been tornted, forced to hide here and there. Like a cockroach skulking in the sewers, abhorring the light.
Yet Hannah could always stand in the sunshine, basking in everyone’s adulation and love.
They had such similar faces...
But in the end, it was like they were at two extres.
Her eyes brimd with boundless hatred, like a bog in hell ford from greed and jealousy.
"Are you envious, or just jealous?" Hannah reached out, her cool fingertips gently brushed the pearl earring hanging from her earlobe, her voice calm.
Tiffany scoffed as if she had heard a hilarious joke, "? Envious of you?"
She threw back her head and laughed, "Hannah Winter, would I be envious of you? Everything you have should’ve been mine, it was you! You stole everything from !"
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
Hannah stood up, her long dress cascading to her ankles, her slender fra exuding an oppressive aura.
She walked over, a smile on her lips, and said slowly, "If I rember correctly, once you said, ’You and I share so resemblance, but the fake will always be fake. What’s not yours will always be beyond your grasp, right?’"
Tiffany’s smile was cold and twisted, "So, are you getting back at ? You think it was who took George River from you back in the day."
She had been so high and mighty, elegantly adored by all, and now it had all turned to a joke.
The trendous downfall had devoured her heart, plunging her whole being into an abyss of extre emotion.
Hannah shook her head, "Why make everything so small-minded? Fighting over a man to the point of life and death, it’s so pointless."
By this ti, the sky had completely darkened. Distant landscape lights ca on, neon signs flickered, creating another world separate from the gloom indoors.
She was dressed in the outfit for tonight’s performance.
A black dress with a cinched waist.
Tiffany was dressed the sa.
Hannah sighed, looking lazy and indifferent, "So, you ca here today to kill ?"
Tiffany’s shoulders shook as she hung her head low.
It seed like she was crying, but all that ca out was sharp laughter.
Her ssy black hair cascaded down, her pale and haggard face not visible.
She seed possessed, her madness palpable.
Reviews
All reviews (0)