"Alright, that should do it," Anna murmured, stepping back to admire her reflection in the full-length mirror of her walk-in closet. A satisfied grin tugged at her lips.
"I still remember how Daniel once said I looked like an old movie actress when I wore a headscarf," she thought, adjusting the fabric with a delicate touch. "Now, I finally see what he meant."
She chuckled softly, securing the white silk scarf adorned with intricate floral patterns. The outfit she had chosen for the day was effortlessly elegant—understated yet refined. Just enough to blend in without drawing unnecessary attention.
But since today's mission was to infiltrate the Golden Room and spy on William, she couldn't afford to dress too casually. If she became completely unrecognizable, slipping past unnoticed might be too easy—and she needed to be seen just enough to observe without suspicion.
