"Big Sister-in-law!"
Just as Suzanne Trent had entered with her luggage, she heard a shriek and suddenly a blob of an unidentifiable object rushed towards her. She lost her grip on her suitcase, almost dropping it.
It took her a couple of seconds to realize that it was Amelia, who had run down from the second floor of the inn. Lowering her gaze to Amelia's clothes, Suzanne's mouth twitched, "What on earth are you wearing..."
It was a huge, black koala onesie, like the ones worn by people handing out flyers on the street. And, it was black.
"It's from the production team. My task card must be different from yours. Before South Wesley arrived, they told me to greet him at the door wearing this. If he could recognize me, we'd get a mysterious reward, otherwise, we'd be punished." As Amelia explained, she leaned bonelessly into Suzanne's arms.
Seeing her expression, it was clear that South Wesley hadn't recognized her.