Lillian fell into step beside Evelina, her heels clicking against the marble floor in a rhythm that matched the older woman's pace. The corridor stretched before them, lined with doors that led to other apartments, other rooms, other people who had no idea what was about to unfold in their city.
They descended the stairs together, emerging into the building's lobby. A few guests milled about, reading newspapers or sipping coffee, none of them paying attention to the two women in expensive clothes who swept past them and out the front entrance.
The morning air hit Lillian's face, cool and damp, carrying the scent of flowers from the planters that lined the street. Above them, the church's spires pierced the grey sky, gold leaf glinting despite the lack of sun.
"Where are we going?" Lillian asked.
"To see an old friend."
