FIONA

35 years later...

“Who let me wear this, I had terrible sense of fashion… what even is this?”

Fiona wore a set of pine green trousers, and a floral top with a navy coat to stay warm.

It was a cloudy day, and a faint mist had started. While Fiona’s long blond hair began to tangle in the wind, she smiled warmly and continued to gaze at the olive-green staring back at her.

“Aren’t the colours nice? Where should we go first?” Mary asked excitedly.

Alan thought for a second, “How about we see them all? It is a road trip after all! A castle a day? What do you say?”