The moment Alexia and Gina stepped off the private jet, they were met with the crisp air of Vizcaria. The city was unlike anything they were used to—its gothic architecture, cobbled streets, and the dim, golden glow of lanterns cast an eerie yet enchanting atmosphere.
A sleek black car awaited them at the airport, and they slipped inside, watching the world blur past the tinted windows as they made their way to the luxurious five-star hotel.
As soon as they arrived, they freshened up and decided to set out and explore the city.
"We need to get a gift for the king and queen," Gina reminded her as they walked, wearing a stylish coat over her dress.
Alexia groaned. "Couldn’t we have done that before coming here?"
Gina shrugged. "We were too busy packing. Now, let’s go before the stores close."
After browsing through an open-air market, they finally settled on an intricately crafted glass phoenix—a symbol of rebirth and strength, according to the vendor.