After who knows how long of useless explanations to Viola, assuring her I wasn't scammed, tricked or bewitched, she finally calmed down.
And honestly… Instead of feeling offended, I felt grateful.
With that kind of trust and protectiveness, she would probably be the first one in line to take a bullet for me.
Not that I would ever let her do something that stupid… I mean, come on, who uses a whole bunker to shield themselves from a mere stone.
Jokes aside…
Damn, did I get more handsome or is it just the cloak's disguise feature making me look extra glorious today?
Personally, I am leaning toward the first one… but honestly, who cares.
I look amazing either way.
I thought that while staring at my reflection in the full body mirror in front of me.
I was wearing a pristine white uniform — a tailored, double-breasted jacket paired with matching trousers and gloves.
And of course… my trusty cloak.
