CoraColt whistles. "Damn, Cora. It's a good thing you're really a girl under there, or else I'd be questioning my entire existence."I turn around and study myself in my mirror. Colt is right—I look just like a guy. Well, a pretty cute guy, if I may say so myself. When I glance at Ethan, I find him staring at me, too, a strange look in his eyes. But he quickly twists away when he notices me watching him."Who made this wig again?" I ask as I adjust it on my head. It's sort of comfortable, but it's a little itchy."He designs wigs for Hollywood," Colt informs me. "He owed me a favor.""It seems like a lot of people owe you favors," Ethan mumbles.Colt shrugs. "You gotta work the crowd, man. You never know what connection you might make.""Okay," I say as I fold my arms over my chest. "You've got me. Where did you meet this guy and how did you get him to owe you a favor?"He holds up his hands. "Hey, hey. Don't make me out to be some criminal. I met him at a party last year when I was
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