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, her hair

N G E L A ‘s L I

spoken, yet departure contemplated… Ah, but

yielding to a push that toppled the woman to the ground. And thus, the veil concealing her visage lifted,

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

it be Fiona? A tremor coursed through her hand, bearing the drink, as she hastened her pace,

anticipated, the prone figure that met her gaze was none other

Millie’s eyes, a tapestry woven of bewilderment and

onlookers as they observed Fiona’s altered countenance. A whisper brushed the air,

features have been irrevocably marred. The sight is

gaze lifted, and it intersected with Millie’s presence. A gradual shift of her

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