Cerene's POV
I stood up from the desk slowly, stretching my arms above my head.
The plan was forming nicely in my mind, but I needed to look the part. I walked into the bathroom attached to the guest room and freshened up.
I washed my face with cool water, patted it dry, and applied a light layer of makeup... just enough to look fresh but natural.
I brushed my golden hair carefully, making sure every strand was in place. I stared at myself in the mirror for a long moment, turning my head from side to side.
“Perfect,” I whispered. “Now for the final touch.”
I grabbed my bag and left the house quietly. Peter was still out somewhere, which made things easier.
I drove to a high-end wig store in the city that I had looked up earlier.
The drive was calm. I kept the radio low, thinking
