Everyone hopped into their cars, heading out for the cultural festival in the quaint little town. The journey from the estate to the
festival took about an hour, and by the tthey arrived, it was nearly noon. Despite that, nobody was particularly hungry, so they
decided to explore a bit first.
The town, already a tourist hotspot, was even busier than usual due to the cultural festival. It didn't take long for their group to get
separated in the crowd. The festival showcased an array of heritage arts from around C City, buzzing even more with the festive
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Sylvia spotted an embroidery display and turned to Gabriel, saying, "A friend | met before, not only could she paint, but she also
did embroidery. She once gifteda fan she embroidered herself, and it was absolutely beautiful."
Gabriel suggested, "Must be a family tradition."
Sylvia shook her head, "I never asked her about that."
Their conversations often revolved around experiences and painting, but seldom touched on personal family matters. She hadn't
even asked Grace Quintin if she was married or had kids, nor had Grace inquired about her personal life. Those details didn't affect
their friendship, so they seemed unimportant.
Continuing on, they cacross a promotional banner for the festival, noticing a guest's nhad been crossed out. Sylvia
figured it must have been Grace. She left in such a hurry; Sylvia wondered if everything was resolved.
"Wow, what's that smell?" Sylvia perked up, looking around. "Where's iting from?"
Following the tantalizing aroma with Gabriel in tow, they quickly found a small stall surrounded by a crowd, the source of the
delicious scent. Curiously, Sylvia asked a woman selling handmade knit hats nearby, "Ma'am, what's being sold there?"
The woman, full of warmth, replied, "Those are fried radish cakes with seafood. They're famous around here, especially during the
festival when the crowds are bigger."
"Hungry?" Gabriel asked.
Sylvia nodded, "All this walking and exploring works up an appetite."
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