The carriage came to a stop at a small market. The smell of fresh bread and flowers drifted in through the window.
Eloise and Jane stepped out first as Eloise looked around for an old friend.
Damien followed the pair, acting as their guard, his eyes moving over the people in attendance as he counted how many other men were present.
"Smile, Damien. No one will want to approach us if you look so frightening," Jane said, wishing he would simply disappear.
"That is the point," Damien replied, his gaze still on the crowd.
"Eloise, why are they putting up decorations? Will the festival be here?" Jane asked, tugging on the sleeve of Eloise's dress without realising it.
Jane pulled her hand away the moment she noticed and hoped Eloise hadn't seen.
