Chapter 95

• Elvira
• The market buzzed with energy, laughter here and there, music, and bargaining voices. Bright fabrics fluttered like butterflies from their hanging racks, and the warm scent of roasted chestnuts filled the air, sweet and earthy. Brielle tugged my arm, dragging me between stalls while I struggled to focus. She was talking, fast and excited, like always, but my mind drifted with every object that caught my eye.
• “Look, look at that necklace!” I pointed, eyes wide. “And that bag, oh! I want it all.”