A girl dressed in a red, knee length dress walked out of the bathroom, shoving a blonde wig into her purse. She sat at the bar of the restaurant and said in a heavy Irish accent "Pie please?" She gave the waiter a charming smile and he turned to get it. She sighed and turned around in her seat to look outside. There was a girl walking toward the restaurant. Her eyes landed on her and they widened. Where did she recognize her from? Hopefully she wasn't a victim of her father… or herself… then again, she could be an enemy of her father's.