“You know, I've always loved the fact I'm blonde,” Sophie said as she stood in front of the mirror, braiding her blonde hair, “always made me feel special when I was younger as it seems like blondes have been stereotyped to be pretty.”
She giggled, but I didn't return it. My mind traveling in different directions.
Sophie was blonde, and whoever was eavesdropping was also a blonde.
Then Sophie had to be standing by my door just a few minutes after.
It couldn't be a coincidence, right?
She might be the one we've been looking for.
I knew she was a friend and it wasn't nice to just blame her for something as huge as that.
But she had blonde hair, which, when she was standing by my door, had been packed to the back.
Just like the person I'd seen.
She was also dressed in a maid's wea
