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"You should be focusing on Matt and enjoying London, not my personal mess." "Annie..." "Seriously, Zoey. Not now." She studied me for a few seconds, then nodded. "Okay. But you should know I'm here if you want to talk. About anything." We kept walking in silence until we spotted a charming little bookstore with decorated windows and a sign that said Sunday Open. Warm golden light spilled out from the inside. "Want to go in?" Zoey asked. "I'm freezing and maybe they have something cute for Matt." The shop was exactly my kind of place. Small. Cozy. That perfect mix of new books and fresh coffee. Zoey headed straight to the children's section while I wandered through the fiction shelves, trying

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“You’re one of those conspiracy people.” “I am,” she said proudly. “Thank you for noticing.” I poured tea into mugs and added sugar, too much, as usual. Bailey watched, horrified. “Sweet tea,” she said, sounding like she’d discovered a crime. “You’re a sweet tea person.” “Yes,” I said, defensive on principle. Bailey leaned closer, eyes gleaming. “Okay. So here’s what we do. We start a book club.” I blinked. “What?” “A book club,” she repeated, like it was obvious. “For romance. Specifically romantic fantasy. Specifically.” she lowered her voice again, conspiratorial “ the ones with wolves.”

If she could sustain herself with reading then she would. Niccolò threw his arm over my shoulder and offered me one of the cookies on his plate as a promise to keep his teasing to a minimum. I accepted it with a nod. Violet was so lost in her own little world that she didn’t even notice us coming into the library. I recognized the cover of her book and couldn’t help but smirk. ‘Her Cold-Hearted Alpha’ by Moonlight Muse.

"More like…unfamiliar. I haven’t done this in a while." "This?" he asked, holding the door open for her. "Being out. Doing something just because I want to." Atlas nodded as they stepped inside, the scent of fresh books and warm coffee wrapping around them. "Then it’s overdue." The bookstore was cozy, with floor-to-ceiling shelves and soft jazz playing in the background. People milled about, flipping through books, chatting in hushed tones. Lily ran her fingers along the spines of the nearest shelf, taking in the moment.

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she said. Later that afternoon, Annabelle found herself walking beside Susan, a contented smile on her face. The bookstore was a cozy, welcoming place, filled with the scent of old paper and coffee. Annabelle felt like she was in heaven, and she lost herself in the aisles, her fingers tracing the spines of books she had only dreamed of owning. She found a small, old copy of Pride and Prejudice, her favorite book, and she hugged it close, a silent promise to herself to read it again, slowly, savoring every word.

The spines of the books seem to whisper secrets, their titles and authors a testament to the vast expanse of human knowledge and creativity. To my left, a cozy chair, its plush cushions and soft blankets an invitation to sink in and get lost in a good book. A side table holds a steaming cup of coffee, its aroma wafting up to tease his senses. The coffee shop in the corner, with its bustling baristas and gentle chatter, adds a lively touch to the otherwise peaceful atmosphere.