"Miss, are you sure what you're doing is right?" Libby asked anxiously as she saw Violetta dressing up in commoner clothes. Her normal clothes, which were elegant and befitting of a noble young lady, were replaced by drags that peasants in the country would wear. She wore a dull, brown dress and her silky hair was braided into a messy braid that fell on her shoulder. She wore no makeup so her face was clean and fresh, looking youthful.
"Libby," Violetta said exasperatedly, "I know what you think I'm doing is reckless," she crossed her arms, "but I really want to."
"But Miss—"
