81. He Won't Be Joining Us
Mauve slowly rose to her feet, she shook her dress shaking off whatever may have gotten onto it as laid on the floor. She walked further into the library as her eyes scanned the books.
She did not want to read but unfortunately, there was nothing else for her to do and she would rather do this than sit in bed all night making assumptions as her imagination was bound to get out of hand.
She groaned, she couldn't wait for the garden to be ready. The fact that she couldn't go outside was starting to get to her. Standing in the sun again was something she was thrilled about.
Mauve stopped in her tracks as her eyes settled on a book. The cover was captivating. She was walking towards it before she even decided whether she wanted to read it or not.