Chapter 81

It was as if all I needed was a simple nudge to completely shift the perception I held of myself. That was precisely what I, needed to do—I had to transform how I presented myself to ignite the change within me!

I dashed to my room, slipping into dark clothing to seamlessly blend with the night if necessary. I tossed my hair into a chaotic bun, mimicking the style that Xavier often sported, and covered my head with one of his numerous black beanies. I refused to let anyone recognize me with my platinum blonde hair, a characteristic that had always set me apart from others, save for my mother, who shared that same striking hue.

I quickly rifled through the emergency stash of cash that Xavier had shown me, tucked away in the back of his sock drawer, and left the apartment before any lingering doubts could creep in and make me second-guess my intentions. I was determined; this was something I needed to do.

As I strolled down the street, uncertain of where to find a ph