Chapter 129

Violet’s P.O.V.

I lifted the edge of the wig I had on and wiggled my finger beneath the mesh-like fabric. Scratching my scalp with my nail, I just about moaned as the itch I’d been fighting finally went away.

Olive watched me from the corner of her eyes, her lips pressed into a thin line as they had been the moment we pulled out of the drive.

“That’s kind of creepy.” She commented, referring to the peeled edges of the wig.

In her defense, it did look like my scalp was coming up.

I rolled my eyes at her, trying to lighten the tension even though my stomach was in knots as well. “You try wearing this thing. It’s so itchy!”

“You make a pretty brunette, though it’s a little creepy with how pale your eyes are. I think I prefer your white-blonde after all, even if you look like Casper the ghost.”

Smirking at her weak attempt at humor, I twisted my head and made the short hair swish around my shoulders. Afterwards, I had to readjust. We didn’t have time to put it on correctly, so for the tim