Claire bit her bottom lips, anxiety seeping into her heart.
Gold seemed to be intent on finishing the remaining juice in that huge glass.
She leaned forward in such a way that her hair was covering her face but unlike her sister's waist-length hair, her hair barely reached her shoulders and it was impossible to hide her face properly.
She did not want to be recognized nor did she want any unnecessary attention here.
She could have called the investigator over to her place if it was in her hands but Elvina kept telling her that she should go out more often rather than burying herself in her rabbit hole.
As much as she wanted to argue, Claire knew that it was what she should do. Her life was now enshrouded in glamour and with glamour came attention.
She should get used to it because, in months to come, it will help her along the way.
