The show was halfway over; it was too late to back out now.
Aside from biting the bullet and seeing the "homeless" act through to the end, there was no other option...
Mai Mingle replayed her recent words and actions in her head. She didn't think she had done anything to give herself away.
For one thing, her wretched, filthy appearance wasn't something that could be faked on short notice. Besides, she had carefully considered what to say and what not to say, and she was confident she hadn't slipped up.
'The Morgan Family wouldn't get suspicious of some homeless person for no reason, would they?'
'Other than what I've already told them, I'll just say 'I don't know' to anything else they ask. It's not like they can read minds, right?'
There was just one thing: she absolutely could not let them discover the Illusion on her person.
That was what Mai Mingle was worried about now.
