Coco and her husbands, as well as soon-to-be husband, walked out of the house.
She walked past the workers who were standing by the gates and reached her mother's spot beside the carriage that had an unfamiliar insignia carved on the door.
"Mama." Coco called, her eyes trained on the mark for a moment before bringing her attention to her mother.
"Coco." Cleora returned the greeting with a small smile. "I was about to ask your dear friend to fetch you and your mediators inside. We're about to leave. I'm just waiting for my people to board the wagons, then we're ready to go."
"Yeah.. About that." Coco mumbled and stopped before Cleora. "Aren't we supposed to leave the city in secret..?"
Cleora blinked and tilted her head. "When did I say that, my love?"
