“Honestly, those face swaps look so realistic, it’s hard to tell what’s real anymore.”
I interrupted, smiling faintly. “The faces were AI-generated. But the body, that’s the real deal. Renee’s, to be exact.”
“Elodie, shut your filthy mouth or I’ll tear it off!” she screamed, charging at me.
Her movements were so frantic that her blouse slipped off one shoulder, revealing a small red mole, exactly like the one in the photos.
I almost laughed. My sister once had that same mole, but she’d burned it off with a curling iron to hide the resemblance. Now, karma had come full circle.
The boys’ eyes darted between her shoulder and the pictures. One of them even swallowed hard.
“So, it was her all along. No wonder she kept showing us those ‘nudes of Elodie.’ She just wanted us to comment on her own body.”
“Yeah,” another said with a leering grin. “Could’ve just stripped instead of going through all that trouble.”
Their crude laughter filled the air.
But instead of turning on them, Renee stormed up to me, eyes blazing, and grabbed my collar.
“Bitch!” she spat and slapped me across the face hard.
Veronica's POV
Pain shot up my face as it swelled instantly, the sting making me hiss through my teeth.