Acacia hadn't paid attention when Alar greeted the clerk, or when she responded to him by name. Her focus was a disguise, so she nodded when her guide verified her question.

Only, suddenly there were blond curls flopping into her face, itching her nose and cheeks. Now she was the one looking angelic. She nearly lets Alar finish touching up the wig before giving him a sullen look.

"Of course it doesn't suit me." Acacia yanks the wig off and holds it up to Alar's face.

"Would this look good on you?" She huffs, leaving the wig in his care, expecting him to pick a better one.