Bowl in hand again, Priscilla went quiet with concentration as she started ladling out pancake batter. It had to be just the right amount to cook the way she wanted it to.

While taking care of that task, her mind was busy focusing on her biggest problem. How was she going to hide? It wasn't like she could contact any of her father's shady connections or even knew who they were. Besides, the man her father had made the deal of her marriage with would probably be looking for her as well.

"When we go shopping, I think maybe I shouldn't buy the things I usually would. Maybe a makeover is something I should think about?" She glanced at Key. He had mentioned something about being in the theater, of wearing costumes... He probably would have some ideas, she hoped.

"And thank you for offering to lend me clothes, I really appreciate it." Priscilla's worried expression switched like a light, so that her face shone with gratitude.