Morning light spread warmly across the village streets as Luca and Seraphina began their slow walk through the lively marketplace, blending themselves into the rhythm of ordinary travelers enjoying a casual day together. The narrow stone paths were now filled with activity, merchants calling out to customers, the sound of bartering drifting through the air, and the scent of freshly baked bread mingling with spices carried from open stalls.
Seraphina remained close to Luca's side, her arm loosely wrapped around his, her body leaning lightly against him as though proximity alone brought her comfort. Her movements were natural, fluid, carefully measured to maintain the image of someone entirely unconcerned with the watchful eyes of others.
Luca, now mentally prepared, adapted quickly.
If this was their chosen disguise, then hesitation would only create suspicion.
