Inside the alcove, a striking woman with purple-black hair paused her conversation with her partner and rose from her seat behind a small table. A pile of books was stacked neatly on its polished surface. “Hi!” Her smile dazzled. “You must be Scarlett. I’m Isabella. Are you a hugger? I’m a hugger.” Scarlett made a strangled noise when Isabella Valencia, her favorite author, came around the table to greet her with a big hug.
Aww
