A new day, a new morning, a new afternoon. I was seated in my usual spot in the library, cuddled into the sofa with my legs slung over the armrest. The book in my hand was held securely, at a proximity that allowed me to peacefully read. But I wasn't too immersed into the book. As I slowly lost hope about finding any sort of information about the woman in the picture, I read less and less. It was disheartening and I didn't feel the encouraging energy to keep on searching this place. Hence, why I could hear the tiniest noise coming from the door.
The clanking of shoes against the floor fully caught my attention and I turned to the elegant form that was approaching me. Viola walked gracefully towards me, a trey full of snacks and tea in her hands. As she took her stand in front of me, she
