Interesting excerpt. Again, the only character I really give a damn about at the moment is Cate, due to her receiving the most attention. You've expanded upon Lilli's interests, but she's STILL lacking in personal depth. I'm hoping she'll eventually move out of Cate's shadow and stand out in her own way. At this point, I don't know WHO you want to be the set main character.
See mine (notes) and /*edits*/ below.
Back home in Kiplett, Lilli’s room was decorated with posters of all the Broadway shows she had wanted to see in her lifetime. She fell asleep with the stars she idolized watching over her,show(redundant) tunes ringing in her earsfrom a late night streaming soundtracks and researching the history of theater(VERY badly worded. Furthermore, the following context clues pretty much show her interest in theatre).She/*Lilli*/ had never been much of an actorherself—even if her daddid like/*liked*/ to see her up on stage—but she /*knew all about performing arts. She*/ spent most of her time studying diagrams of concert halls, amphitheaters,modernand ancient spaces (parallelism)to enjoy the performing arts. She would print them off and tack them to a cork board until she moved on to a different period in history, or a different style of architecture, and then shetore/*would tear*/ them down andreplaced/*replace*/ them. She couldn’t even remember what color her walls were; it had been ten years since her dad painted them.
This room was white.It was white, and stark, and bare.(redundant. Also, avoid excess adjectives) Standing in the center of it, Lilli felt like she could see into eternity—three out of the four walls were completely blank except for the door, the closet, and the smudges where a desk and bookshelf used to bepressed up against the paint.
Even looking out the huge window didn’t help. It just made her feel like the world was shrinking, too small,/*;*/ too far below her to help. She was an astronaut on her way to the edge of the universe; she had left Earth behind for good. Lilli leaned against the glass that took up nearly an entire wall of her room and wondered who had thought that was a smart idea in one of the stormiest cities in the US.
She stepped back and pulled the curtains closedover the window(redundant)—white. What else did she expect? The walls were white, the tiles were white, even the full bed was white all around, frame and bedspread(redundant).
Cate focusedveryclosely on the end of her braid as she undid it. “I almost forgot, I have to go into work for one last thing today. Boss wants to make sure everything’s filed away in the right place before I disappear for a week.” She ran her nails through her hair, tearing at invisible knots, and refused to even glance up at Lilli. “If you don’t mind, I’d rather not leave you here alone—I mean, you don’t know where everything is yet. It should only be an hour or so.”
“Thanks,”she/*Lilli*/ said. She wasn’t sure how to respond to that physically. Was she supposed to hug Cate now? Would Cate even want to hug her after that scene in the elevator? Lilli was touched-out for the day/*;*/ she could have gone a week without skin contactwith anyone else, but she wasn’t sure how her mother felt about that. Erring on the side of caution, she turned awayand looked back at her horribly white room(redundant. You've already shown that her room is white. And that she doesn't like it). “Can I unpack a little first?”
Cate held true to her word and hailed a cab for their second excursion through the city. When they reached thestout, stocky building that housed the(PURPLE PROSE!!!!) police department, Lilli climbed out of the back seat alongside her mother.
Inside, one thing becameimmediatelyclear: One of them was overdressed, or everyone else was underdressed, and Cate stood out like a cat at a dog show. She had pulled her hair into a sleek ponytail that popped bright red against her all-black ensemble. The trim on her dress shirt glittered gold in the fluorescent lighting, and with every step she took, her high heels rained thunder on the linoleum floor.
Lilli nodded numbly. She tried to tug her hand out of her mother’s grasp, but Cate was stronger. Couldn’t she see how uncomfortable her daughter was? Everywhere she looked, there were eyes on themfrom every corner of the room(redundant).
Overall, just a lot of excess paint (pun thoroughly intended). Will read more, since I'm interested in Cate.
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