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She kept her tone light, but her gut was doing flips. Christina didn’t answer right away. Instead, she pulled a small object from the folds of her blanket and set it on the table with the kind of care usually reserved for live grenades. It was a book, small and battered, the kind of thing that might get lost in a flea market bargain bin—if you didn’t look too closely at the cover. Leila leaned in. The leather was cracked, the pages yellowed like they’d been left out in the sun for a century too long. Stamped into the cover was a symbol: an eye inside a triangle, surrounded by curling, intricate lines that almost seemed alive.

I said, though I was already smiling. As he took his seat, a group of students started whispering again, snapping pictures. I ignored them this time. My cheeks hurt from trying not to grin. Jules leaned in, whispering, “You’re so whipped.” I nudged him with my elbow, muttering, “Shut up.” But even as I said it, I couldn’t stop looking at the book bouquet. The covers peeked out *Birthday Girl*, *Twisted Lies*, *Wait for It*, *November 9.* My favorites.

I put it to my right as I murmured “I’d start with you.” Just like the first 2, the other books were about plants and flowers, the 3rd had lillies on the cover and again I smiled as I recalled touching them few days ago in the garden. All in all they were 5 books and the 4th was about pest control and all about how to care for plants and flowers, how and when to water each one, which of them requires much sunlight and which doesn't. The final book was like a diary, its cover, thick and brown, my name scribbled on it in italics handwriting and I had no doubt it was Davos who did it and my grin spread wider as I saw a note stuck to the book.

I raised a brow while Amanda ran over to the counter and rummaged through her bag before coming back to me and handing me a tablet, “What’s this?” I asked; Amanda smiled and unlocked the tablet bringing me to a screen with an image with the title of my book and my name! “I hope you don’t mind, but,” Amanda motioned to the tablet and said, rather loudly, “I designed a cover for your book!” I looked at the image; it was a woman with a dragon wrapping itself around her. It looked incredible and, honestly, exactly how I envisioned it! I couldn’t help myself from bursting into tears. “What’s wrong?” Amanda asked, clearly worried, “Did I mess it up? Is it not what you were looking for?” I shook my

"Welcome—" The girl's composed smile disappeared the instant our eyes met. Panic flashed across her face. Lowering her gaze, she stammered awkwardly, "W-What would you like to order...?" The moment I looked at her, I knew she was the one. A faint smile curved my lips as I sized her up. "Two egg tarts." She looked innocent and delicate, small enough to seem fragile. I suddenly remembered how Lucas used to tell me that being short was cute.

The sheet given to him by the woman sitting near the bookcase-which seemed to be her favorite spot-only gave him a small smile. "I fill the time by reading this." Lily pointed at the book that was her companion right now. A bright orange cover book with black ink on the title, by Mark Manson. "Thank you for letting me read it." "If you like it, feel free to read it all the way through." Lily's eyes lit up slightly at that. "Thank you for the offer." "I have read the report. But I also want to hear you tell your story. Can you?" Lily considered for a moment but the corners of her lips tugged slightly. She nodded in response and began to recount all the little girl's activities without excepti

Chapter Twenty four ***** From calls to texts and before we knew it, dates. I was referring to David and I, we had hit it off pretty well within the last few weeks especially after the baby shower and he had asked me out on a date. I was over the moon but I didn't admit it to anyone, especially, not him. Anyhow, Laila who hadn't met him was pestering me on a daily, she wasn't satisfied with the pictures and wanted to see the chocolate man with her own eyes. Her words,not mine.

Even Logan decided to make them a drink because he couldn't stand the drowsiness that assaulted him. “Thanks for the drink!” Alice looked at Logan who only the man nodded. They refocused on reading the books until "I got them!" Xander exclaimed when he finished reading the thick book with a blood-red cover. After Xander had finished the 2 thick books, his attention had been turned to the book with a blood-red cover with black and white wing crests in front of it. He had noticed that Alice and Logan had been ignoring the book all along. Even at first, the book was in the earliest order, but no one wanted to read it. He also wanted to ignore the book and wanted to have a book with a green cove

"Mr Philip sent me to give this to you." "Thanks." I collected the book to inspect the front cover, while he showed off some dimples. The book had a raccoon as it's display photo. The raccoon looked thrilled to bits with both hands up and mouth open like it was shouting. The background was yellow, it had the words, 'furiosly happy' boldly written on it. Under the book title, there were word too that said, 'a funny book about terrible things' written in smaller font, while the author's name was Jenny Lawson.

It does. More than I can say. My heart is still somewhere in my throat when Liam tilts his head and gestures at the next gift bag. “Pink?” he asks, a little hopeful. I wipe at my eyes before he can see anything suspicious happening there and nod, reaching for it. The bag’s lighter. Softer. I pull out what looks like a simple hardcover book with a pale pink spine. When I open it, the first page nearly undoes me all over again. It’s me.