Flashback ( PDFDrive )

“I never realized there were this many matchmakers,” Sophie said,
mostly to break the awkward silence.
“There aren’t.” Ceri led Sophie to the very last door and pressed her
palm on a black panel in the center, triggering a soft beep before the
door slid open, revealing a small, square room with mirrored walls.
She didn’t follow Sophie in, telling her to take a seat in the room’s
only chair and that someone would be with her shortly.
Which meant Sophie quickly discovered that it was even worse
sitting all alone in a cold little room with only her panicked thoughts
and an infinite number of reflections of herself for company.
She reached for Fitz’s necklace, tracing her thumb over and over
the glittering heart to remind herself why she was doing this. And
when that didn’t help, she finally surrendered and tugged out an itchy
eyelash.
Three more had been flicked away—one even wished on, because
she’d hit that low—before one of the mirrored walls split open and two
females entered the room. One had dark skin, full lips, and naturally
textured hair, and the other was shorter, freckled, and blond—and yet
something about them seemed identical. Sophie assumed it was their
matching white gowns and the fact that they both clutched a small
square of glass to their chests. But when they both sat on the stools
that rose out of the floor, she realized their movements were perfectly
in sync—every step, every smile, every flick of their wrists or hair.
Even every blink.
It was seriously eerie.
“Miss Foster,” the blond female said, and Sophie was relieved they
didn’t talk in sync as well. “I’m Brisa.”
“And I’m Juji,” the other female added. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”