Tonight, the streets of Luxembourg were just like any other winter night of the season. However, to Madam Luo it was the perfect night— the night that she had been waiting for. She eyed the soft crystals of ice falling from the dark skies as her small footsteps took her to the marketplace where the tourists frequented when they visited the city.
She tightened her hands around her body, pulling her coat closer to her chest as she tucked her chin closer to the body. Despite wearing three layers of clothing, a scarf and the cashmere beanie that she bought when she heard that Lily was here, it was not enough to keep her warm.
Must be my age, she mused. She was already in her seventies, her body was slowly losing the strength that it once had. A sad smile crept on to her face as she paused and eyed the fabric store to her left. This store had been around for decades— a place that she used to frequent when she came back from London.
London.
