I turned around and looked at Luisa. Her blond hair was styled straight from the top and curled at the bottom. She looked different today. It appeared as though she had applied extra makeup to express her joy at having won the competition.
"Fake Cinderella? Who are you calling that? Yourself? Because I am not a mirror," I replied boldly.
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