56|Not That Day

~Rylee~

It would’ve been nice if Klaus were here with me. We’d walk hand in hand along the Old Port of Marseille. We’d probably visit Basilique Notre-Dame de la Garde, Cathédrale La Major or even Château d’If at one point, and explore all the good places for lovers to see. Sadly, today is not that day.

Alone, lost in the crowd of sightseers, I weaved my way down the footpath. It was a sunny day, a good day for a stroll, but for me, it was a good day to corner my treacherous sister.

From Rain’s intel, Kara is currently employed by a local newspaper company here in Marseille. I wonder how she snatched a job here in France that quickly. But then again, if she has Dominguez backing her up, nothing is impossible.

In my hand, I held the picture Markus showed me on my wedding day. I stared at it, lifting my gaze towards the shop across the street. A balcony filled with woven chairs and tables faces the port. Through the wide-open French doors, there’s a counter with stools occupied by a few