She glided between shelves, the tips of her fingers teasing the spines of the books. Bliss was clearly written on her face. But her smile widened when she entered the restricted section of the library. Her favorite place.
Carefully reading through the titles, she picked the red tome sitting at farthest shelf. A piece of parchment was tucked between the pages. It read:
It’s time we go.
Meet at the dock,
We’ll sail at dawn.
With a spring on her steps, she left the library. Her smile didn’t fade as she was driven home.
Tomorrow, they will elope.