Belle had herself tried gardening by using her bare hands when she was young because she found it to be fun with the mud being pulled out and a new plant being planted in a place that would give new flowers. Her hands had never turned out to look like that nor did she ever see any of the servants whose nails had turned that bad.
"The racks here are quite taller than the other libraries I have come across," Belle said before saying, "Thank you," when the woman handed her the book, "Do you own this library?" Belle tried to keep her curiosity out of her voice.
"Yes, it belongs to me," answered the woman, "My husband's father built it during the rule of the second Lord of Bonelake. They wanted a replica."
"Replica?" Belle questioned.
The librarian smiled, taking a moment before she replied, "That I don't know," she could tell the woman was lying. Was it some sort of secret?
