Later that evening, Camille leaned back in her chair, stretching her arms above her head. "Alright," she said, exhaling. "Everything's almost done."
I raised a brow. "Everything?"
She nodded. "The mask. The outfits. The final touches on all three identities." She gestured toward the table, where carefully folded pieces of fabric lay. "I just need a bit more time, but by tomorrow, we should be ready."
I glanced at the materials, noting the clear distinctions between each outfit. The detective trench coat for Mr. Dust, the rugged firefighter gear for Mr. Fox, and the celestial, almost regal attire for Mr. Angel. Camille had considered every detail.
I exhaled slowly. "Good. We'll need to start practicing."
Camille smirked. "I was wondering when you'd bring that up."
I pulled out my phone. "I need you to call Alexis. Have her come over."
She tilted her head. "You really think we need a full rehearsal?"
"I know we do."
