Bab 168: The Art of Subtle Warfare    

[EVE]

Inside the bathroom, the scene was something out of a makeup commercial.

The women crowded around the mirror, touching up their lipstick, dabbing on highlighter, and even reapplying perfume like it was a group ritual.

One girl leaned forward to add bronzer to her cleavage, the movement deliberate and practiced.

I couldn't help but stare, bewildered.

Riri caught my look and chuckled, "Reloading our weapons."

"Uh-huh . . ." I nodded slowly, unsure whether to laugh or keep my confusion to myself.

"So, you and Cole, huh?" one of the girls asked, snapping her compact shut and turning to me with a knowing grin.

"What about us?" I replied cautiously.

The girls exchanged glances before bursting into giggles, clearly amused by my obliviousness.