The third point of view:
"You look cute!" Anabelle squealed.
"You look ridiculous," Isabella countered her cousin, her gaze running over Julie's new look scrupulously, "But then, you look nothing like yourself, so that's a good thing,"
Julie didn't know whether to take that as a compliment or insult? Right now, he was wearing a long brown wig, fake eyebrows, and a fake goatee that disguised his features. He was sure that not even his grandfather would be able to recognize him in this new appearance - thanks to Isabella's confirmation- not to talk of the men sent after them.
"I hope this is worth it," He grumbled, putting on his blazer.
Anabelle, seeing his discomfort, leaned closer and placed her hands on his shoulder, "Don't be so sad, you look sexy in a matured way..." her hand dug into his wig, "And I think long hair suits you. Promise me you'd grow it out," she pouted.
