As you pushed open the door, a small bell chimed, and you were greeted by the sight of Ciara, bustling about behind the counter. She moved with an effortless grace that drew your gaze — every curve of her form enhanced by the flowing white and blue fabrics she wore. Her cerulean feathers, catching the last rays of sunlight, appeared almost otherworldly.

“Welcome!” she chimed, her golden eyes lighting up as they met yours. “What can I help you with today?”

You stepped closer, the scent of her delicate fragrance wrapping around you, intoxicating in its simplicity. “I’m just looking for some supplies for my travels,” you replied with a playful grin. “Maybe some of those exotic spices you keep tucked in the back?”

A flicker of mischief danced in her eyes. “Ah, the elusive spices,” she mused, leaning over the counter. “I might have a few left. If you promise to tell me about your travels in return.”

You both bantered, her laughter punctuating the air like music, and you couldn’t help but flirt a little, drawing her into a light-hearted exchange. Her smile was radiant, and you felt a magnetic pull towards her, as if the air itself crackled with unspoken promises.

Yet, as you leaned in closer to her, you caught sight of something that made my heart ache. Hanging around her neck, gleaming prominently in the dim light of the store, was a silver marriage necklace adorned with a sapphire-encrusted charm that looked strikingly familiar.

Your flirtation faltered, your heartbeat slowing as your gaze fixed on the necklace. “I—” you began but stopped short as she noticed your change in demeanor. Her expression shifted, a flash of something unreadable dancing across her features.

Ciara ripped the necklace off with a sudden, decisive motion, tossing it aside as if it were nothing more than a piece of trash.

“Forget that,” she said, her voice low but fierce. Her eyes held a storm, a tempest of emotions that I could hardly decipher. “It means nothing to me.”