The Bride He Refused to Lose
As she did, a piece of heavy, aged parchment slipped out from between the pages and fluttered to the floor.
Frowning, Lorrie knelt to pick it up. The ink was faded, written in an elegant cursive script:
> *"A person who loves books can never truly be alone."*
>
A faint, soft smile touched her lips. "What a beautiful quote."
A firm knock at the door broke her reverie. "Mrs. Dimitri?" Maria entered, bowing her head politely. "Mr. Dimitri asked me to inform you that dinner will be served in exactly thirty minutes."