My Niece

Sigh. 'What could be more troublesome than eating within the same shop with them?' Violet glared at the table in front of her before raising her hands to untie her bun, letting her brunette wig fall down.

Aveola tilted her head. "Why must you wear a disguise again?"

Violet glanced at her godmother before turning to the window that was two tables before her. The almost elegant restaurant that they chose wasn't pleasing to her eyes as it seemed to be showing off golds everywhere. "Just in case somebody would be familiar to my face."

"You mean your companions? Aren't you hanging out with them with your bandages on?"