Following Sir Logan's advice, Rosalie displayed admirable patience by waiting for the weekends. The very moment she awoke on a radiant Saturday morning, she quickly got ready, and after indulging in a brief, light breakfast, eagerly made her way toward the carriage, embarking on her journey to the biggest bookstore in the entire Capital.
"Reader's Hut" appeared to be a somewhat modest name for an establishment of such magnificence. A venerable two-story building, though aged, exuded an air of meticulous preservation. It proudly occupied its space amidst the opulent sprawl of neighboring shops, casting a beguiling spell on all who passed by. Its enigmatic and distinctive facade seemed to promise to reveal the concealed treasures of the written word nestled within its walls, inviting the curious to enter and bask in the enlightenment it offered.
