On Saturday, the streets of Imperia were exceptionally crowded, with cars lined up and crawling slowly along the road.
Olivia Wynne sat in the car and glanced outside, watching the scorching sun beat down on the ground. She sighed to herself.
'Weather like this is meant for staying cooped up at home.'
The old madam and Mrs. Fairchild sat in the back seat, beaming as they watched the two in front. Only they understood the knowing look in their eyes.
Finally, at nine o'clock, the car pulled up to the entrance of a large shopping mall, and the group got out and went inside.
It was the weekend, so everyone who'd been busy all week was out to relax. The mall was certainly bustling; calling it a sea of people wouldn't be an exaggeration.
It wasn't just crowded—it was noisy, too. An event must have been underway, because the moment they stepped into the mall, a voice boomed from a loudspeaker.
