It was pouring rain outside as Lorenzo was returning to his carriage, the cold wind hitting his face and causing his hair to cling to his skin. He was about to enter his carriage when he saw a young woman standing out in the rain.

She was wearing a simple dress made of plain cotton fabric, which was soaked through with rain. Her long hair was tucked up under a kerchief, and she was shivering slightly from the cold.

Lorenzo took notice of her and felt a spark of empathy rise up.

He walked over to her and offered her his arm. "Allow me to help you," he said gently.

She took his arm hesitantly, her body warmth seeping into his touch. Lorenzo noticed her shivering and pulled his cloak over her, shielding her from the rain.