Just like Coco, Jacques was awestruck when she saw the sight that greeted her.
The moment they crossed the gates, Jacques' sharp inhale was audible— her annoyed cloudy eyes widening as she took in the sight.
The city at night was breathtaking.
Before them stretched a cityscape that stole her breath away.
Twinkling lanterns hung between wood framed buildings, their golden light reflecting off fresh snowfall— several steam rose from food stalls where late-night vendors still conducted business, mingling with the laughter drifting from cozy taverns.
The light of the lanterns bathed the snow-dusted streets in a warm, golden glow, their light reflecting off the rooftops, that are covered with frost, and glittering storefronts.
It was a sight that made Jacques exhale shakily the most.
