It had been exactly ten days since Antonia's eyes had been fully opened to the world of the supernatural, but her life had carried on in largely the same way, the new influx of knowledge surrounding the topic didn't actually change anything, sadly. Yes, it confirmed she wasn't clinically insane, but she knew that already, it just meant that there was even more stuff she now knew but that she wouldn't be able to say to anyone else, just a new set of facts that no-one else would believe.
She had perfected the art of walking through the city without being noticed, without being disturbed by tedious conversation. It involved striking the balance between being unnoticeable, but then also making sure not to be so unnoticeable it then made you noticeable as a result. She was actually very distinctive in appearance but that was if you looked, which was precisely what she relied on. Because she knew people didn't look.
Because people were stupid.