"I'm done, boss," The make-up artist said, stepping away as Marcel finally opened his eyes and stared at the large wall mirror right in front of him.
Wonderful was the first word that came to his mind when he stared at his reflection in the mirror. It wasn't him, yet at the same time, it was him. The mask was so hyper-realistic that not even Arianna could recognize him without being told that it was him.
Marcel felt invincible, protected. He was hiding under layers of skin that no one could predict that it was him. He couldn't help but wonder if that was the same way Elijah felt. Because his identity was protected, did he feel so powerful enough that he thought he was invincible and could do whatever he wanted without the fear of being caught, because it sure felt like one.
