Lunch is served, Quinn brought Cassandra to the library after then...
Her eyes spark from gazing at every corner of the room. She admires the grandeur of the office and made of gold- and silver-plated illustration on the shelves that kept a thousand books. Wealthy people could build something like this, she thought.
The library is divided into three levels, and she perceived that the third level is the most appealing to spend all day and even at night reading these books.
"Cassandra, come here." he patted the space next to him.
She doesn't understand why it excites her heart upon hearing him lovingly called out her; It throbs like there is familiarity with the way he would pronounce her name. Maybe his French accent that turned sweeter on the ears and it tickles her heart. However, she does not understand why her heart acts like this...
