“This is a bad, bad idea,” Lucia said, watching the numbers above the elevator door
“Don’t be so negative,” Selena said, admiring her reflection in the metal wall. She’d changed her sweater for a rumpled button-up blouse, rubbed off all her makeup and raked her hair into a lumpy ponytail. The final touch was a pair of thick-rimmed glasses, which she’d practiced squinting through to further obscure her features. She looked like a complete nerd. It was perfect.
Lucia, in contrast, looked surprisingly respectable. A crisp shirt and a lab coat, along with a quick hair and makeup job, almost made up for the fact that her nose was too long, her jeans were stained, and her hair was…pink. But that’s what her power was for.