She clutched her coffee, her only anchor to normalcy in this new reality she had created for herself. She still wore her hat and sunglasses, but the bruising had already faded to the point that a heavy application of foundation would completely hide it. In a few days, all evidence of her old life would be gone. It was a good thing; Signor Luis had arranged for her to start at the flower shop Monday morning.
She had done it. She had escaped. She walked down the crowded alleyway, allowing Monica to fade into a distant memory and Celeste emerged to take on the world.
Source: Picture Prompt #28: Not Here