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suggests Nicole. “Maybe the things inside will jog your memory.”
    “Okay. Good idea.” There are flutters in my stomach as I pull open the bag. A smell of leather, mixed with some unfamiliar perfume, rises from the inside. I reach in—and the first thing I pull out is a tiny gold-plated Estée Lauder compact. At once I flip it open to have a look.
    “You’ve had some cuts to the face, Lexi,” Nicole says quickly. “Don’t be alarmed—they’ll heal.”
    As I meet my own eyes in the tiny mirror, I feel sudden relief. It’s still me, even if there’s a huge graze on my eyelid. I move the mirror about, trying to get a good view, flinching as I see the bandage on my head. I tilt it farther down: there are my lips, looking weirdly full and pink, as if I was snogging all last night, and—
    Oh my God.
    Those aren’t my teeth. They’re all white. They’re all gleamy. I’m looking at a stranger’s mouth.
    “Are you okay?” Nicole interrupts my daze. “Lexi?”
    “I’d like a proper mirror, please,” I manage at last. “I need to see myself. Have you got one you could bring me?”
    “There’s one in the bathroom.” She comes forward. “In fact, it’s a good idea for you to get moving. I’ll help you.”
    I heave myself out of the high metal bed. My legs are wobbly, but I manage to totter into the adjoining bathroom.
    “Now,” she says, before she closes the door. “You have had some cuts and bruising, so your appearance may be a little bit of a shock. Are you ready?”
    “Yes. I’ll be fine. Just show me.” I take a deep breath and steel myself. She swings the door shut to reveal a full-length mirror on the back of it.
    Is that…
me
?
    I can’t speak. My legs have turned to jelly. I grip a towel rail, trying to keep control of myself.
    “I know your injuries look bad.” Nicole has a strong arm around me. “But believe me, they’re just surface wounds.”
    I’m not even looking at the cuts. Or the bandage or the staple on my forehead. It’s what’s underneath.
    “That’s not…” I gesture at my reflection. “That’s not what I look like.”
    I close my eyes and visualize my old self, just to make sure I’m not going crazy. Mouse-colored frizzy hair, blue eyes, slightly fatter than I’d like to be. Nice-ish face but nothing special. Black eyeliner and bright pink Tesco lipstick. The standard Lexi Smart look.
    Then I open my eyes again. A different girl is staring back at me. Some of my hair has been messed up by the crash, but the rest is a bright, unfamiliar shade of chestnut, all straight and sleek with not one bit of frizz. My toenails are perfectly pink and polished. My legs are tanned golden brown, and thinner than before. And more muscled.
    “What’s changed?” Nicole is looking at my reflection curiously.
    “Everything!” I manage. “I look all…sheeny.”
    “Sheeny?” She laughs.
    “My hair, my legs, my
teeth
…” I can’t take my eyes off those immaculate pearly whites. They must have cost a bloody fortune.
    “They’re nice!” She nods politely.
    “No. No. No.” I’m shaking my head vigorously. “You don’t understand. I have the worst teeth in the world. My nickname is ‘Snaggletooth.’”
    “Shouldn’t think it is anymore.” Nicole raises an amused eyebrow.
    “And I’ve lost loads of weight…. And my face is different; I’m not sure exactly how…” I scan my features, trying to work it out. My eyebrows are thin and groomed…my lips seem fuller somehow…. I peer more closely, suddenly suspicious. Have I had something
done
? Have I turned into someone
who has work done
?
    I tear myself away from the mirror and pull the door open, my head spinning.
    “Take it easy,” Nicole warns, hurrying after me. “You’ve had a shock to the system. Maybe you should take things one step at a time….”
    Ignoring her, I grab the Louis Vuitton bag and start yanking things out of it, examining each item closely as though it might impart a message. God,