45 hours before the wedding:
Arya chipped against the bricked wall of the bridge, standing nervously, waiting for Lucas. Ever since last night he told her that they would be going on a small assignment, she had been eagerly excited. She couldn’t be blamed for it, anyways it was her first job with Lucas in her new consciousness, given she had lost the memories of the old ones.
But she was ready for this one small assignment. She was all prepared carrying a small 0.45mm pistol in her holster covered by her ankle boots, followed by wearing a short over coat, making herself look like a regular pedestrian.
She saw Lucas walked down the paved street, wearing a brown suede jacket, lifting his facial features, making him look stunningly gorgeous. Arya seemed lost for a moment in her mind, adm
