In another Villa, another aborigine woman was sitting on the veranda, eyes staring at her garden in deep thought. She sighed, gripping the piece of parchment in her hand.
At this time, the effect of the dye had already washed off, and she was now back with her pink—albeit shorter—hair.
She was still very beautiful, and the light of the moon shining down on her when most of her house's lights had been dimmed made her look gorgeous.
"Aren't you going to bed, Miss?" Vivi said, handing over the tea she requested.
"I need more time to think," she said, and the maid stood by, like a proper lady-in-waiting.
She was doing her job, as always, but Veronica saw that she was just a bit anxious. The maid was playing with her own hands, as if trying to comfort herself.
"Your family is fine," she said, making Vivi raise her head to stare at her.
"Go rest, I want to be alone."
"Thank you, Miss," Vivi said, finally leaving Veronica alone in her own thoughts.
