The Heiress Returns: Reclaiming My Legacy
“It reminds me that we’re all just figuring it out. Life, love… everything.”
Her eyes lingered on mine for a moment too long before she tucked the book under her arm. “I’m taking this one,” she said with a smile.
Afterward, we walked two blocks down to a small café that hosted poetry readings every Friday night. The place was dimly lit, candles flickering on every table, the air humming with soft jazz and the occasional snapping of fingers after each poem.