Chapter 25
Lyra
The bustling market stretched before me, a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors and enticing trinkets. I couldn’t help but stop at nearly every stall, admiring the handmade crafts, delicate jewelry, and woven fabrics.
“Oh, look at this!” I exclaimed, holding up a beaded anklet adorned with tiny seashells. “Isn’t it so pretty?”
Roman, standing stoically a few steps behind me, raised a brow and glanced at it. “If you like it, why don’t you buy it?”
I put it down gently and moved to the next stall without answering, my eyes lighting up at the sight of a carved wooden figurine. “Oh, this is pretty too!” I said, picking it up to examine the intricate details.
Again, Roman followed my gaze. “You keep saying everything’s pretty, but you’re not buying any of it. Why not?”
I grinne
