"Alright, her car just pulled up," Anna murmured into her phone as she stood near the entrance of the coffee shop, where Violet was already seated, fully disguised as a shaman.
Contrary to what Daniel had envisioned—robes, feathers, and beads—Violet's outfit was far more understated. While it certainly veered from her usual black-and-white work attire, it wasn't outlandish. The only thing hinting at any spiritual inclination was the large green crystal pendant swinging gently from her neck.
Her appearance had been carefully altered—makeup, hair, the works. There was no way Anna would let Violet risk being recognized, not with what was about to unfold.
"I still can't believe you talked me into this, Miss Dumas," Violet muttered, slipping her phone into the pocket of her flowing earth-toned dress. Her expression was a mix of annoyance and resignation.
