Giselle was typing a number when someone presented themselves at the counter. That person was a young girl with two ponytails, carrying a pile of five books. Behind her, a woman who had to be her mother smiled proudly.
"My daughter would like to borrow those, please," she said.
"Of course," Gigi smiled, standing up. "You found everything you wanted, sweetie?"
The girl gave her a half-convinced nod, and when Giselle took the books, she was a bit surprised. Three of those were a bit advanced for a child her age, and one of them was actually a schoolbook manual...? There was also Indiana by George Sand. She glanced at the mother, who exuded a proud expression.
"My daughter is a genius," she boasted without being asked. "She is already two grades higher than children her age, and her Fr
