Allyson's POV
I slid my sunglasses into place, grateful for the barrier they provided against both the light and prying eyes. Michael's assistant had guided me here perfectly, ensuring I arrived right on schedule. Standing in the center of the bustling plaza, I swept my gaze across the moving crowd, searching for Lyanna's familiar face.
The square hummed with gentle activity. Tourists meandered between quaint shops, cameras clicking as they captured memories, while locals moved with purposeful strides. A pleasant breeze carried the scent of fresh pastries and coffee, tempering the warmth of the afternoon sun.
Anxiety crept up my spine as minutes ticked by. Had I misunderstood the meeting time? But then relief flooded through me as I caught sight of her distinctive silhouette.
Lyanna's voice rang out across the plaza as she waved enthusiastically, her dark curls dancing with each animated gesture.
