“I could help you craft a disguise so convincing that even Dylan wouldn’t suspect a thing.” Isabelle suggested.
“He wouldn’t suspect it’s me, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t recognize me,” George remarked.
“You certainly have a way with words,” Isabelle noted.
“Keep going.” George encouraged.
Isabelle’s gaze drifted toward a clothing stall in the distance.
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