The following evening, Amelia walked into a local diner, her sunglasses veiling her identity and a princess jacket draped elegantly over her dress. Her scrunch boots clicked softly against the diner’s tiled floor, enhancing her already stylish look.
She glanced around the cozy establishment, her eyes scanning for a specific booth at the far corner. With purposeful strides, she made her way over and slid into the seat, her movements graceful and deliberate.
Within a minute, another woman entered. Dressed in thick leather pants and a reefer jacket, she exuded a tough, no-nonsense aura. Her eyes locked onto Amelia, and she walked briskly to the booth, a friendly yet apologetic smile spreading across her face.
“Sorry, I didn't mean to be a few seconds late,” she said as she sat down.
Amel
