I've met Dahlia online, and for once, everything turned out just fine. There was something in those cold eyes that cut through all my impersonations. I kept falling for her. But a pair of old scars snaking up from the corners of her lips also called that pretty, perfectly symmetrical face their home. Somebody, somewhere has given her a Glasgow smile, and now she had to cover it with makeup and a wry sense of humor. She never laughed at her own jokes,...