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[floozyfacade]

If I'm completely honest, I kinda hoped that, when I woke up this morning, it would be gone. And by 'it,' I mean the twenty or so years I seem to have gained overnight. I mean, nothing against, you know, aging or older women, I'm sure I'd love to be almost forty when I'm… almost forty, but right now? I'm really keen on sticking with this whole

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[psychoenough]

Speaking to - and occasionally yelling at - the bookshelf is a transgression Annie herself is not innocent of. In fact, she is something of a repeat offender, as is the shelf itself and the twisted sense of humor with which it treats her. As always, however, some risks are necessary, and in the absence of Google, Annie has no other way of digging up dirt on a certain young, self-made billionaire whom she may or may not be dating. (Did he have a girlfriend before coming here? Does he have one now, in her day and age? Is he a notorious womanizer? Her mind won't stop churning out question after question, making consulting the books in hope of answers her best and only course of action.) "Excuse me," she says, standing just behind the other woman. "Would you mind if I just barged in for a moment?"

[floozyfacade]

[psychoenough]

Rather than doing as invited and joining the woman at the bookshelf, Annie remains glued in place, jaw wide open as she takes it all in - and jumps once the realization sinks in. In even less flattering news, a yelp simultaneously escapes her throat, as if she's just seen a ghost, except that ghost seems to recognize her. The familiar, low and raspy quality to her voice is Annie's first clue, the hair, the eyes, and general resemblance the second. She doesn't live under a rock, she's aware that something strange is afoot, but this is the first time she has dealt with it directly. "Olive?"

[floozyfacade]

[psychoenough]

Halfheartedly, Annie laughs with Olive because that's the expected response to a joke. For the most part, however, she finds herself in an awkward position, still unaffected by the island's supposed magic and thus unable to relate. Not to mention that she is, first and foremost, a worrier, her current worry to do with whether or not Olive could end up stuck that way. Pitch rising at the end as if in question, she offers, "For what it's worth, you age really well."

[floozyfacade]

[psychoenough]

"I've always just assumed I'll look like my mother does now," Annie admits with a light shrug, despite admittedly finding this a frightening thought to consider. It isn't that aging like her mother would be unwelcome, she has cared for herself well, but it's a face most familiar to Annie when wearing an expression of slight disdain or disappointment. The last thing she wants is to become the kind of mother who cares more about impressions than she does about the lasting effect her actions will have on her daughter. "On second thought, I'd really rather not. Our bone structure isn't that similar anyway. Just the... cheeks. And the nose. And the general facial area."