As Noah continued walking, lost in his thoughts, something stirred in the corner of his vision. Ahead of him, a woman, unlike anyone he'd ever seen, moved with a refined, humble grace. She was striking — pale, fairy-like features that seemed out of place in the ordinary cityscape.
Her skin was the colour of freshly fallen snow, her hair cascaded down her back like a shimmering waterfall, and though her dress appeared simple, it radiated a level of elegance only the keenest eye could catch.
Noah's trained eye, honed by years of subtly observing details, could tell instantly that her outfit wasn't just expensive — it was crafted. Tailored, likely by a high-class designer, the kind you wouldn't find even in the most exclusive of stores. It had a quiet luxury to it that screamed of wealth without needing to flaunt it. Yet, despite her outward beauty and the obvious class she exuded, there was something… off. The sunglasses. Noah squinted.
