“Hey Isabelle.” I ignore the prince she is currently fanning with a book to top off her favorite prosecco though the drink is barely down an inch. “How is the bookselling business?” Belle swivels back to face me on her stool and half her mouth curves up. “Living the dream as always.” Belle owns the romance bookstore across the street. After she closes her shop, she walks over here for a nightcap and reads a few chapters before she heads home. It’s part of her routine, something she takes very seriously.
I love her<3
