Costume and Play

Even with these conspiracies and speculative theories, it was still a hot bait for the readers to binge.

However, the weirdest part of them all was the end of the piece of her manuscript that she typed and printed in her bedroom chamber; it was a fresh idea that surged in her mind that she ought to be the last highlight of the sequel.

"These are just theories, and not canon. This isn't the first time it happened, but… It's so intriguing…" Daisy bit her lower lip as she kept on switching her gaze to Nathalie then back to her phone. "A lot of them held strong opinions about it; most of them held positive feedback. Did you—"

"I would never ever leak this; even I have no idea who this person claims to be as an important character of my novel."

"Did you know who?"

"Maybe you?" Nathalie interjected.

"Sis, really?" Daisy's eyelids drooped. "As much as I'm dying to know what it was and how much I would pester you, there were no concrete answers. Even when we had brainstorming, things were too vague."

"I'm just kidding."

"Maybe someone in your household? What about Theodore?"

"He's a kind old man, he wouldn't do that."

"Who knows?"

"What about Ronald?"

"Not our chef! He might rather pour the heap of paper into the pot of stew."

Daisy's face crumpled so bad that it was too much of a disgust. "Eww! You can't say that, seriously!"

Nathalie rolled her eyes. "Obviously."

"How about Jonathan?"

"Huh?" She was taken aback from the incessant question. "That man had never stepped once inside the mansion, let alone my bedroom."

"Then, who?" Daisy squinted her eyes, trying to find out what happened.

"Nevermind that, it's easy to deny the allegations as it's just creative speculation and no evidence as though it was real."

"That's true." Then, Daisy's eyes glimmered when she realized something else. "Wait, you knew about this?"

"Of course, but not too long ago, though."

"Isn't this great?! This means Tyler would have to think twice on his next course of action! I knew that things would still be in your favor—"

"Hold up! Pause, a moment…"

Then, Nathalie unfurled the wrapped manuscript for Daisy to give a quick read. Her eyes beheld such depth that was the same as hers, tracing two sources back and forth.

"It doesn't make sense, most of it shown are… These—they are similar on all levels, most of them!" Daisy breathed, it took her a while to trace a few of the snippets that deemed the highlight of the manuscript, but some of them have also deviated.

"My thoughts exactly."

"It's—It's too much for a spoiler. It's all in here!"

"Even so, all of these gave me the ounce of motivation to stick with my decision. I trust my instincts."

"Then go do it! I will always have your back." She wore a huge smile for quite some time, her support, as usual, gave her the push she needed. The support was insane and like another day won't be too cruel for her.

She smiled and peered sideways when Chad came with her unique code of order that wrapped nicely in an eco bag.

"It should only be worth two eco-bags; why would I be carrying four of them?"

"You're about to return home. Go and celebrate it with your family; it's my treat." She puckered her lips while giving a chic look at the bountiful packs.

But her smile stifled when her eyes stole a glance to the side.

Chad was star-struck with his face flushed from the sight. His body got stunned for some reason.

Before they could continue with their chit-chat, the doorbell rang as the door went ajar.

A beautiful lady, with her skin paler than snow, and her periwinkle hair that draped alongside her sapphire velvet and lace trumpet dress.

She was draping with jewels and lustrous enough for the people to ogle into her opulence.

With her cold gaze scouring around and hand gracefully clung onto her chest, she took cautious, light steps, which had more and more people drew their attention to her.

Daisy leaned close to Nathalie as she whispered the words with the back of her hand covering the mouth. "Yes girl, she's on fire, honey! A new gal in the city? Very eloquent, her style that is…"

"Doesn't she seem familiar?" Nathalie said.

"Sure does, a cosplayer, duh. It makes me curious."

"Girl…" Nathalie groaned for a moment. "Anyway, it looks so real that I can't clock her edges." She put emphasis on the embroideries on the headdress and how tightly perched the wig was on her head.

"A talented cosplayer, then. Impossible it would be real, no one would wear something grand in this city. What are we? In the Victorian period?"

"Look she's been very careful of her steps, is this some prank video?" Nathalie continued to gossip from the way she acted, and so did the rest of the customers, and staff within the cafe.

Nathalie had been observing for a while, but the vibe she gave off was stern and indifferent, too real to be too unapproachable in normal circumstances. She had been stealing glances, back and forth, to her manuscript.

Considering it was a cosplay, her very feature was so familiar that she could see it on the blogs and conventions of how a particular character was created.

In the meantime, Daisy whispered to her, "Say, don't you think she resembles Mystique Blackwell?"

The moment she knew, her eyes bulged.

"I'd say, as an author, I'm impressed. Exactly what I had envisioned before writing the story. I need to keep a low profile."

Nathalie couldn't agree more with her.

"She's been looking around for some time now."

"If this is all a farce or not, get moving, people are already reaching their phones to take a picture."

But even then, Daisy staggered for a while, as though she couldn't take a step forward.

The cosplayer was like a living portrait that even Nathalie didn't want to waste this opportunity and took a snap for herself.