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Once school was let out, Vi walked home solely to drop off her things. The physical movement made her body temperature rise, so she took off her sweater. Her shoulders were a tad cold, but all that mattered was that she wasn't stinking up her clothes by sweating. She knew how her dad would feel about that. 

Walking up the steps of the manor, Violet went to open the large, antique door when Hilda opened it for her. She was in her maid's outfit, even though Vi had told her years ago it wasn't necessary. Most days, Hilda ventured to wear regular clothes, but when she didn't, V knew why. Her father had finally left his cave for more than three minutes, which mean everything had to be perfect. It also meant she'd have to gracefully shoo away any of his guests. Particularly if they were his creepy business partners. 

"Come on, girlie. I have things to do and you need to vamoose," Hilda said to her as she pulled Vi inside. 

Hilda was always looking out for Vi, and she appreciated the extra assistance in hiding from her father and whoever was over today. The maid shooed her upstairs, saying, "Get your stuff in your room and grab whatever you need to head out." She grabbed Violet's hand, placing her father's credit card in her hand. "Go crazy," she winked. 

Violet smiled, a little more evil than necessary. [color=CB97A3]"My pleasure."[/color] She didn't have the heart to tell Hilda that she already had Mr. DeWinter's American Express in her purse. She supposed she'd just have to rack up a charge on both... though perhaps not in town. 

Everyone already knew of Violet's wealth. It was pretty moot to flash it unless she were to go into one of her favorite little boutiques. Mentally, Vi made a list of things she could do as she put her things in her room. On her bed, her cat named Louis sat. She scratched his head, plopping a little kiss on his forehead. Putting her father's credit card and a small paperback copy of [i]Emma[/i] by Jane Austin in her purse, she slung it across her shoulder and folded her sweater over it and through the strap. Making her way out of her room, Vi stopped for only a moment to reapply her ruby red lipstick and to tuck one side of her hair out of her face. Then, she shut the door behind her and snuck down the stairs. From the front door, she saw her father just around the corner. Next to him, in the parallel loveseat, balding Mr. Gooseneck sat. Making a faux gagging face, Vi opened the door and left with a clack. 

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The town was quiet, and she noticed that everyone was avoiding her. When she went into the small coffee shop, the cashier simply pushed the money towards her instead of handing it to her. Violet narrowed her eyes, turning into a snake. She felt ten feet tall.

[color=CB97A3]"It's just a fucking rumor."[/color] She didn't mince her words. [color=CB97A3]"At least I'm not working a good-for-nothing barista job where shit like this happens,"[/color] That's when she took the sugar dispenser and dumped it all over the floor. She dropped the container on the ground, hearing it clang. [color=CB97A3]"It's almost like I'm just an heiress who's capable of a tantrum,"[/color] she said with a calm smile though her eyebrows were arched like a queen's. 

[color=CB97A3]"Now, thanks for the cappuccino. Have a lovely day!"[/color] she said with a sickenly sweet tone as she set a hundred on the counter, hoping the money would make up for her tantrum. The bell rang as she left the shop. 

She felt her cheeks inflame. Every year, the adults of the town treated her like this. Like she was some sort of deadly creature who had the touch of a monster. Perhaps it was an actual curse that she carried. It didn't stop Violet from seething. She was already an outsider due to monetary reasons, now there's this whole murder rumor that follows her every Halloween. It was bad enough that any sympathy she had for prior victims was moot and useless. Everyone was going to see her the way her family was built to be seen. 

Sitting on a bench surrounding the fountain, Vi tried to calm down and sip her coffee. She opted to observe the town from afar, people-watching instead of participating.