She couldn’t keep it in anymore.A scream of excitement bubbled out of her, and Margo joined in.
I made an important step today in our relationship.
I actually bought inventory.
Hawk
Relationship?
The relationship between me and my shop.
Hawk
Walked right into that one.
Hawk
But that’s great.
I need to order more books apparently.We’re completely out of The Raven King series, and that’s going to be the theme for the Winter Ball.
Hawk
Oh yeah, my mom has been talking nonstop about it.
I’m so excited.It’s my favorite book, and it’ll help sales for the shop.
Hawk
Is that the book you’re always reading when you should be working?
Hawk
:P
Hawk
You're actually planning ahead and buying inventory.That IS a big step.
Emily is helping me!
Also… weird question.Are you planning to go to the ball?
Seventh Week of Faire
“You’resobeautiful,”Lilianwhispered, unable to take her eyes away.Who knew such a small, simple piece of paper could be so magical?
Her fingers flipped the business card over, back to front, watching the light catch the glossy cover, giving it an impeccable shine.“Where have you been all my life?”she said, taking in the design Margo had made for her.
Ten Cents Books,the card read in big, bold letters, along with her phone number, a newly established business email, and an illustration of stacked books resting inside a dime.It was a cute design with a professional sheen.Finally, she had something to give people when they asked about the bookstore.
Her visit to The Pretty Pages and the success of last week had injected her with a productivity bug she couldn’t shake.
The last four days had been a fever dream.Like a business demon had possessed her, keeping her up at all hours, day and night, getting things in order around the shop.She’d set up a website, gotten the sales system running, ordered business cardsandinventory.She’d even given the carpet a much-needed cleaning.The lingering smell of cigarettes no longer haunted the space.Now the air carried a faint hint of pumpkin spice lattes, courtesy of two industrial-sized fragrance plugs.
When she’d walked in that morning with her mom, she almost hadn’t recognized the place.It looked… almost like a real bookstore.
“I can't get over it,” her mother said for the hundredth time.“It feels brand new.”
