Vivica’s POV
“This is not a good idea, Luna,” Melissa stated as I stood in front of the mirror, checking out the maid’s uniform I wore.
For a split second, I was tempted to agree with her, but when I recalled why I had started this in the first place, my resolve hardened.
I adjusted the bangs of the black wig I had used to conceal my auburn hair, then I turned to face her. “Is there any difference? Am I recognizable?”
Melissa nodded, a sad expression clouding her face.
“That’s because you are aware of the disguise,” I said adamantly, turning back to the mirror to search for loopholes in my facade. It wasn’t just my hair I worked on; I had added black highlights under my eyes and a concealer on my lips to make myself look exhausted. Following a video I watched online, I had even a
