Angela walked into the store the old lady had recommended, the one Zane told them about. At first glance it looked like an ordinary perfume shop, bottles lined up neatly on shelves with a faint scent of flowers hanging in the air.
She wondered if there was more to it than what met the eye or if this was truly just a place that sold perfume. Unlike the way Zane welcomed them earlier, here they were asked to sit in a small guest area instead of being invited into an inner room.
"Where is the woman? I don't see anyone except that sales boy who showed us in," Stales muttered, his eyes moving around the shop. He was already restless, his patience running thin after they had been waiting for five long minutes. Zane had not kept them waiting when they visited his place.
"Are you sure this is the right store?" Angela asked softly. She could not help wondering what was going on and why they had not yet met Eliza.
