I say, before I can help it. I’m staring at Allison and she looks like a semi has plowed into her. Into her face, specifically. She also looks like she is attending some strange sort of masquerade ball as a disheveled, abused housewife. She’s wearing a night-shirt, bare feet, messy hair and some sort of ice mask. If I weren’t instantly concerned about her well-being, I would laugh. “Were you attacked?” I ask as I step inside. Alli looks like she wants to either hit me or curl up in a corner. I can’t tell which. She shakes her head. “No.” And then she sighs. “Are you alright?” I ask, examining her again. She’s got bruising along her cheekbones. “Did someone hurt you?”She flushes, or at least, I think she flushes. It’s hard to tell from behind the mask.This is a side to Alli that I haven’t seen yet. Usually, she is fierce and strong—a true dynamo. To be honest, when I first met her, I was a little intimidated. The woman certainly has game. And she’s beautiful, which makes her a force to be reckoned with.
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