"No way," Avery says, pushing Andrew's hand off her cheek.
Andrew's mouth twitched, and his eyes twinkle, and Avery turns back to her room. Heavy footsteps make her turn around again. A plump maid walks down the hallway, carrying a black marker in her hands. Avery grabs the maid and takes the marker out of her hands, uncaps it, and then lunges forward.
Caitan tries to dodge, but she's too slow. Avery makes a small line between Caitan's lip and nose. She steps away and smiles at her work—from a distance, and it looks like Caitan has a dark mustache.
"How dare you," Caitan shrieks. "Give me that marker."
Avery jumps back and tucks the marker into her pocket. Caitan rubs at her upper lip, but the ink has already stained the skin. Angry tears fill her eyes, and she raises her hand to slap Avery. Andrew clears his throat, and Caitan's hand falls to her side, but her fingers curl into a fist.