The other women walked arm in arm as Lucy lagged behind. The younger girls were sweet enough, but to them Lucy was far too old to join in with their conversations and she didn’t exactly feel up to joining in with their gossip. Especially as she was sure it was one of them that spotted her and Dominic together that morning.The streets of Thornewall were busy. Merchants and customers from surrounding villages all braved the snow to buy and sell. The bakers relit their ovens and the smell of freshly baked bread wafted through the air.A vendor proffered a bowl of figs for her to try and she took one with a smile. The scrawny man watched her with hope as she bit into the juicy fruit and with a roll of her eyes, she bought a little bag.Dodging past some pigs as a peasant herded them through the street, Lucy peeked at their escort to ensure he followed. She spied another fabric stall and made her way over to it. She smiled feebly at the merchant as he greeted her eagerly. Ack, even shopping could not distract her.
