Author's note: This is from Seraphina's point of view
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~ Milan ~
From a bustling urban street, I entered a spacious restaurant.
Red drapery obstructed the windows and natural light, and I had a feeling that I stepped a hundred years (or more) into the past.
Slow piano music reached me as I observed the space illuminated with candles and based on the heavy fragrance of honey and roses, I could guess that candles were scented.
Mosaic flooring, pillared galleries, a stage with a grand piano and one man sitting behind it… all tables were pushed on the side, leaving one in the middle that had candles on it, and there was Lazarus, standing with a bouquet of red roses.
"I'm glad you could make it, princess. You look lovely.", Lazarus said with a smile while walking to meet me halfway.
He took my hand into his and kissed the back of my palm.
