William was making his way to the Eastern square, a determined look in his eye, paper bags swinging in his hands. His footsteps seemed to echo Scarlett's impatient tapping, a rhythmic dance of anticipation. The reason for his visit was simple, yet tangled in layers of expectation and concern.
For the past five days, Scarlett had sought him out at his store, Fantasy Fashion Boutique, her inquiries aimed at Aurora, her eyes filled with a spark of challenge. But time and again, William had been absent, his store left in the capable hands of his employees, his presence replaced by messages left in Scarlett's determined voice.
Every day, the message was the same: "Tell William to come to the Eastern Square and spar with me." A summons, a call to arms, a request that was both an invitation and a demand.
