"Lucy, I know you're awake."
I didn't need memories, the name Lucy on its own had my head snap up almost immediately. I looked up at the individual who was being referred to.
When I thought Chiara was going to be killed, the veiled woman had been my suspect in the assassination. Other than that, I had already been curious about her when she stepped into the room, but with Chiara's performance, she became a second priority.
Now, hearing the name Chiara called her by, my interest in the female was once more reignited.
A white veil and white nun robes her boobs, which pushed up her shirt, were the only indication of the woman's femininity.
I knew better than anyone just how many people could be called Lucy in a town, so I didn't think much of it. But when the veiled woman spoke, my eyes narrowed.
"Sorry, Madam, I wasn't sure what to do."
"Hmm, you know him?" Chiara carelessly put out the question, a smirk on her lips.
"No," the veiled lady replied.
