Roisin
The marketplace was bustling with life as Olivine and I walked hand-in-hand through the crowded streets. The sun was high, warming the cobblestone beneath our feet, and the air was filled with the sounds of merchants calling out to customers, the clinking of coins, and the chatter of people going about their day. Normally, I would have found the energy of the market invigorating, but that day, I felt… off.
Olivine led me toward one of the most upscale boutiques in the district. It was the kind of place reserved for royals and nobles, with grand displays of silk, velvet, and lace in the windows. When we stepped inside, I was immediately overwhelmed by the sheer opulence of it all. Gowns in every color and fabric lined the walls, each one more extravagant than the last.
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