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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.

Meanwhile, the library had become the setting for an entirely different lesson. Oliver was helping Ava stamp newly donated books while Lily carefully entered their titles into the catalogue. Emily wandered between them carrying a stack of bookmarks she had colored that morning. “I made extras.” Oliver looked at the colorful collection. “There are flowers on every one.” Emily nodded proudly. “Books deserve flowers.” Lily laughed softly. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone say that before.” Emily shrugged. “It seemed obvious.” Ava accepted one of the bookmarks, admiring the carefully drawn sunflowers decorating its corners.

The kind that demonstrated full knowledge of the person being celebrated rather than a general understanding of what birthdays were supposed to look like. There were yellow flowers on the kitchen table. Not peonies. The small bright ones she had pointed at in the florist window two months ago and said those are happy flowers, which Elena had confirmed was an accurate characterization and which Kael had noted and remembered. There was a book on the table beside the flowers. Old cloth-covered with illustrations in faded ink. A companion volume to the folk story collection from the Singapore bookshop, which he had sourced through the shop's international ordering system with the thoroughness he

She pulls her pyjamas on, and once they’re both dressed Rosie takes down the glamour to put it back on the overhang. Caelius had taken the first watch, and was sitting by the fire reading a tattered paperback book. She makes her way over; he smiles up at her and puts a bookmark in and closes his book. “Interesting book?” He smiles, “Yes, actually. It’s a classic, ‘Il nome della rosa’; The Name of the Rose. It’s a murder mystery.” Celine nods, “I’ve had this a while.” She chuckles, and he smiles, “It’s not had an easy life, this book.” She nods,

Finally, Proserpina thought, sitting down in Athena’s swivel chair, the small book in hand, something interesting. How curious though, she mused to herself as she moves on to the second page–that there was no author’s name unlike the others, not even the usual Anonymous penname that most of Athena’s books had but there was a preface with a dried blue flower still tucked inside, clearly preserved with care (is that an anemone? She wasn’t sure and she didn’t want to touch it)… oh wait, that was wrong. This was a dedication. It goes like this:

It seemed her older brother thought that his cute little sister wanted to read a bedtime story, but once he saw the cover of the book that had fallen out of her hands, he grew confused. "Why are you reading a book about plants?" he asked as she began flipping through the pages again. "I'm looking for information about the Summer-Flower," stated Maria, hoping that her big brother could maybe give her some clues on where it was located. "The Summer-Flower? Why do you want to know about that?" he asked, holding her book and began flipping through the pages. "I'm just curious about it since I want to make another hairpin using a Summer-Flower this time," innocently lied Maria, only to wonder why

But behind her smile is an evil plan that even Tom didn't know. "I'm afraid I can't go with you, girls. I will take this chance to take a look in the library near the coffee shop and buy some books. I will pick you up later," said Tom. Tom wants to buy a new release volume of the vampire book that Celestine loves to read. He will give it to her to lessen his guilt for having an affair with her cousin.

He walked out of the room not bothering to wait for him. Feng Shao huffed and followed him to the hall. He could see beautiful flower beds on the sides of the pathways which he was walking on. He could also smell the calming fragrance. And some medicinal herbs used merely for the purpose of decoration. The sun was shining so brightly with a wonderful breeze accompanying the heat that was making multiple hazes on the soils. It was a wonder as to why those flowers were thriving nicely in such a weather. "We're here." The little boy announced in a bored tone.

Dane circled the table and I giggled, ducking out of his reach and spinning around his back before shooting for Xavier again. I managed to read the paper in that time, stopping as my heart melted. List of Rosie. Classic books - including extentions and continuations Dracula, Brothers Grimm, Frankenstein, Alice series. Glass case for her originals. Cooking books - Bug Xav. Fairytales and romance novels - ask Mums - maybe Theo. Expand for sunroom for Rosie and kids.

I said, disappointed we hadn’t been able to interrogate anyone. My mother wasn’t deterred. “Reach out to the other packs while you are trying to get to the bottom of why.” She stood and walked over to the large wall of books. Thumbing over the spines, she pulled out a book and opened it carefully. I stood and peered inside. A dried flower lay on the pages, delicate and brittle. It was golden with five leaflets, the central three held above the rest. A jolt went through me. “Where did you get that?” My voice sounded hoarse, and she shot me a look.