Her lips pressed together, betraying her nervousness, as the two men drew nearer.
"Lady Eveloria?" The words came from one of the men, prompting her to regard him warily, her gaze meeting his intense stare.
"My sincerest apologies, milady," he quickly interjected, his tone apologetic. "I mistook you for another."
Eveloria's tension eased somewhat, her expression softening in response.
Eveloria's lips curved into a polite smile, and she inclined her head in acknowledgment.
As they departed, Eveloria released a sigh, her tension easing. She turned her attention to the vendor, who presented her with the berry tarts carefully encased in a rustic, parchment-like wrapping.
"I extend my gratitude," she murmured softly.
"The pleasure is mine, milady," the vendor responded.
With a graceful pivot, Eveloria swiftly turned and commenced her departure, the sounds of the bustling market enveloping her once again.
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