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Niylah's P.O.V.

In the silent room, the alarm was the only sound highly blaring to wake me up. I stretched off to bed as a surge rose inside me, steady and fierce. Today was the day I had been waiting for. I went to the mirror and began to pat my face, blending the makeup in, giving my features more intensity, more definition. I wanted to be fully ready for what was to come.

No sooner had I applied the last stroke of mascara than the door burst open and Ivory sauntered in, curling her lips up in that habitual smug smile. She leaned against the wall, arms crossed, to watch me.

"Who are you trying to impress, Niylah?" she snarled.

I didn't as much as glance in her direction, calmly placing the mascara back onto the table and giving myself one final glance in the mirror. I needed to remain steady, unmoved. After today, it will all be over.

"Your days are numbered, Ivory," I said, low but full of intent. "And soon enough, the whole world is going to know the real you."

She laughed, a keen