Chapter 20: Mistaken Identity
"Rush Valley huh?" चालट, चार्लोट, शेर्लोट had made good time on foot, waking up before the sun did. The city was bustling with people scampering to and fro, off to their jobs. She was draped in the कोट Edward had दिया her, it covered her completely when she zipped it up and pulled the हुड, डाकू over her head, encasing her curled hair in the back. Sure she looked suspicious, but she couldn't be recognized. A small store, huddled between two larger buildings, had a sign that read "Market" .
She entered, a घंटी, बेल on the door chimed and awoke the sleeping clerk. He wasnt moving to fast to get to the counter, so she looked through the store. She went through various hair dyes, settling on a light brown. She fumbled through her pockets for cens, finding both empty. "Damn." Her cautious eyes scanned the area and slipped it into her bag. She silently strode around the corner of the isle, finding rolls of ribbon and sewing supplies. She retch for white ribbon, biting a sizable piece off and shoving it into her pocket. This would have to do, since her hair was down and she hadnt brought a rubber band. चालट, चार्लोट, शेर्लोट snuck around the store, finding nothing else she needed, then she saw the colored contacts, she settled on a light blue pair; shoving them into her pants pocket. "Must be alot of people are on the lam when they come through here. They've got everything." She had found he bathroom located in the back of the store, locking the door and taking out the hair dye. She was prepared to become somebody completely different.
She looked at herself in the mirror, after drying her hair with the air dryer, it had become straight; must have been the dye messing with the shape. Her eyes were now a baby blue, and she had fastened the white ribbon into a small hairclip, resembling a flower; placing it near her ear. She then slipped out of the bathroom, past the once again sleeping shopkeeper, and out the door; without even ringing the bell.
The town had settled down, now people were inside या glued to outdoor bars. चालट, चार्लोट, शेर्लोट had settled on one, ordering a glass of soda. A muscular man and his two फ्रेंड्स sat beside her on three stools, all ordering a "tall brewsky" Beer, she assumed.
"I ain't ever seen आप here 'fore." The man adjacent to her asked. "Just passing through." चालट, चार्लोट, शेर्लोट sipped on her soda quietly as on of the jutted in.
"Hang on! I've seen आप 'fore!" The सेकंड man over was scrawnier than the पूर्व one.
"Y-y-you have....?" She readied her hand on her blades at her belt. "Yeah! You're that missing girl!" The last man's eyes lit up. "Yeah! Her name was....Lady Evangeline!" She turned to the men and cocked a brow, all of them smiling.
"Remove your hood." She did what she was told, as the bartender bent over the bar to examine the girl.
"Yes! She fits the description! And she's even got the trademark flower. We're rich!"
Charlotte's face scrunched up in confusion as the men rejoiced in laughter.
"Your mother has been searching for आप for months we all though आप were dead Missy."