A collective pause, an interlude of astonishment. Millie’s gaze descended, Locking onto the entwined hands of Lois and Leon.

Upon sighting Marcus, Lois wrestled with residual trepidation, memories of her past abduction haunting her thoughts. Consequently, her glance veered away from his presence.

“Fortuitous encounter, indeed.” Millie’s lips curled into a welcoming smile.

“Having recently dined nearby, a leisurely stroll beckoned.” Lois’ grip on Leon’s hand tightened. “Allow us to proceed…”

In an unexpected twist of fate, a woman and a child collided amidst the bustling square.

A mother’s voice, a crescendo of reproach, pierced the air. “Do your eyes betray you? My son, subject to your heedlessness, now suffers!”

apologetic refuge,

A ‘s L I B

contemplated… Ah, but

a push that toppled the woman to the ground. And thus, the veil concealing her visage lifted, revealing a canvas marred by scalds and

countenance struck fear in the mother, drawing the attention of onlookers in the

gaze towards her. Could it be Fiona? A tremor coursed through her hand,

met her gaze was

of bewilderment and concern. For what reason had Fiona descended into this

onlookers as they observed Fiona’s altered countenance. A whisper

facial features have been irrevocably marred. The sight is truly

presence. A gradual shift of her eyes followed,

Lois, and Leon, Fiona’s pupils underwent a perceptible contraction. An involuntary

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