Alanna bit her lip. Why did I choose red? Am I insane? She let her eyes wander over Delia's face, puzzled at the obvious contradictions. One moment, Delia could be a lost little girl, and the next, an accomplished flirt with dangerous aspirations. Who was Delia? Distracted, Alanna doesn't try to stop Delia's motion, but is stunned to suddenly find herself without a mask. She stared frantically at Delia, feeling...

Exposed.

Confused. Delia had kissed her knowing that she was Alanna?

Nervous.

She frowned. "How did you know?"