Capítulo 201: Master of Disguise... Kind Of

As Elara strutted out of the hospital, the image of Eirik curled up in a ball replayed in her mind, bringing a satisfied smirk to her lips. Still, she had bigger fish to fry or, in this case, something to cook. Amara had been through hell lately, and even if most of it wasn't her fault, she deserved a decent meal to soften the blow of, well, existing in her own orbit.

But first, Elara needed groceries. The thought of walking into a public place unprepared made her stomach twist. The media would have a field day if they spotted her in a regular supermarket, and worse, fans might start speculating about her food preferences.

"She eats kale? Does that mean she hates carbs? Is she anti-bread?!"

She shuddered. No. This called for a disguise.