It was as if her soul had left her body and traveled back to that fateful day.
Ave found herself in the middle of a crowded market where merchants called out to customers to browse their stalls, with countless people moving about. The weather was gloomy and overcast, and she could see fog escaping from everyone's breath. Most of the people passing by were wearing cloaks in various colors.
What surprised her was that she couldn't seem to feel the cold, and when a woman passed through her body from behind, Ave gasped in horror. She was invisible to them!
What was she doing in a market when she had been in a room in the palace with that prince?
Ave panicked. She was about to run back and find her way to the palace when a familiar face caught her eye among the crowds. She wouldn't have recognized the person with the hood over her head if the wind hadn't blown it off for a moment before she quickly pulled it back on—however, not before Ave had seen her red hair and familiar face.
