Three days later.
Ruby
I knocked softly on the door, feeling the nervousness coursing through me, evident in my sweaty, shaking hands. After a few seconds, the door creaked open, revealing a beautiful middle-aged woman with a quizzical expression. She wore a floral-print blouse and jeans, her hands resting on her hips as she looked at me with a raised eyebrow,her eyes filled with curiosity.
I stood before her, nervously adjusting the strands of my newly acquired fake blond hair. With a deliberate blink of my fake blue eye, I attempted to exude confidence, despite the uncertainty swirling within me.
What if my plan fails and she sees through my disguise?
Clearing my throat, I pushed aside my doubts and mustered a polite smile as I met her gaze.
"Hello, ma'am," I began, my voice stead
