E's POV
I didn't need anyone to tell me how stupid I looked. I already knew.
The problem was simple: Irina, Roxana, and Penelope. They meant well, but after everything they'd done to me in the last half hour, I looked less like someone blending in and more like someone ready to commit a crime.
First, they forced me into a long-sleeved shirt, one that stuck to me in all the wrong ways. Then came the gloves, so my hands wouldn't be seen. The gloves were too tight, and my fingers itched inside them.
Next, they tied a mask around my face, and then, as if that wasn't enough, they wrapped a head tie over my hair. As though that wasn't still enough, they draped a scarf around my neck, tugging it so close to my chin that I could barely breathe.
By the end of it, I was covered from head to toe, and the mirror showed someone who looked nothing like Electra and also nothing like me as far as I was concerned. I looked like a shadow of a person, and worse than that, I looked suspicious.
