A graceful figure dressed in green walked with purpose down the stone path leading away from Alan's villa. Her movements carried an air of composure, her demeanor calm and assured, never faltering even for a moment. The sound of her heels striking the path echoed faintly until she turned the corner and disappeared from sight. Not far away, three small figures came to an abrupt halt, caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the elegant visitor. Luther, Adin, and Ariel had been keeping their great grandfather company on his mother prescribed morning walk, a routine that the children both respected and dreaded in equal measure.
They exchanged worried glances, their young faces filled with both curiosity and alarm. Luther leaned closer to his siblings and whispered in a voice barely above a breath, "Uncle Alan's future bride, could that be her? This is a code red situation." His eyes narrowed with a seriousness far beyond his years.
