Footpath Turns Into Royal Court
Shoppers paused as a tall woman extended her hand, ordering her suited companion to kiss her knuckles. “It felt like we’d stepped into a different century,” one bystander whispered.
Under the noon sun, a woman stood at the fountain’s edge, holding her companion’s chin as he knelt. “She didn’t raise her voice once,” said a street vendor. “But everyone knew who was in charge.”
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