Her hands were warm and soft, much like Fiona's.

They were the hands of someone who lived a life of comfort and ease, Lizetta noted. The elderly lady carried herself with a grace reminiscent of Fiona's.

She exuded a peaceful aura, the kind that comes with age, not at all the type to mean harm.

So, Lizetta signaled to the approaching bodyguard to hold back.

The elderly lady, as Lizetta had guessed, didn't drag her away but instead stopped in front of a bakery's display window. She pointed at a dessert behind the glass, smiling at Lizetta.

"I'm hungry, I'd really like to have that. Could you treat me to it?" she asked, her eyes gleaming like a child asking for candy.

Lizetta realized the lady was somewhat disoriented, probably separated from her family.

With a gentle smile growing on her face, Lizetta nodded, "Of course, I can do that for you, but you'll have to promise me one thing in return."

The elderly lady nodded eagerly, as if afraid Lizetta might change her mind and the dessert would vanish.

led the lady into the bakery

said,

looked at the dessert and then stood up, "Just

were swift for her age, and she quickly walked over

between them, smiling warmly, "Elsa, isn't this your

been mistaken for a family member. Reluctantly, under the lady's

the lady for any contact information, finding

Lizetta

this photo to the radio station for help?" After Dean

behind him as he walked briskly towards

Lizetta's heart tightened, recalling his previous confession of affection during their time in Luminesia. Clearly, Dora was Jerome's hire, and it was unusual for her

here was Jerome, and Lizetta had been feeling

when not intending to give hope, she braced

he could

bodyguard she had left behind, and started, "Mr. Madden, worried about me in my condition? I forgot to tel you, I have a bodyguard with me, left by Remington. You've been a great help in Luminesia, a

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