"Well, I do hope I do get a copy," the girl muttered to herself.
Her steps were light as she walked through the busy streets, dressed in a brown tunic dress with a small cream hat perched on her hair. She looked just like every other commoner in the street.
Well, she had to dress that way to avoid drawing attention to herself. Besides, she was going somewhere very important today.
She stopped in front of a modest building tucked between a tailor's and a spice shop. A large wooden signboard hung above the door, swaying slightly with the breeze. A smile tugged at her lips.
The Bookstore.
She swung the door open and took a deep breath, whiffing in the fresh air of new paper. It was quiet here, and safe. It was basically a little haven hidden away from the noise of noble life.
"Miss Lia! You're finally here," a middle-aged man called out as he walked toward her, his round glasses slightly askew and his apron dusted with paper shavings.
