Chapter 147

• HOURS BEFORE...
• All eyes fell on the young woman with golden hair who was sipping on a strawberry milkshake on one of the marble benches in the autumn garden. The sun was shining on her face, and she wished the cold shadow wouldn't reach where she was.
• Her lips, painted in a barely visible pink shade that gave her a natural touch, pursed around the plastic straw with each sip she took. Her hair, perfect, immaculate, danced occasionally with the autumn breeze.