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"The makeup still isn't covering up your little love bites, " Myfanwy complained, walking out of Gestalt's bathroom, dressed for work.
"Here, " Eliza said, handing her a long, red scarf. "Try this."
Myfanwy took it sceptically.
"Won't I look odd wearing such a thick, long scarf indoors?"
Gestalt's smug smiles lingered on their faces. She scowled at them but it was too late to pretend she was mad. They'd caught her tracing her finger over the marks in front of the mirror with a soft smile when she'd emerge from the shower.
"It's winter, " they all said. "No one will notice."