Post by Madison Sinclair on Jan 26, 2010 13:21:45 GMT -5
Grinning cheerfully, Maddie waited for him to finish up with the cars and then waved him towards the door of the shop. Stopping in front of it, she fitted the key and then turned it so that it opened into a dimly lit area with the smell of old books, worn leather furniture and beeswax.
"I think a tour could be arranged. I've only owned the store for about four months so I'm really just starting to dig into everything thats hidden on the shelves. My great great aunt and uncle had the place before they passed away together while vacationing in Florida... They were madly in love and on their second fifth honeymoon at the time. I guess since they were both over 100, the excitement turned out to be a bit much for them that time around."
Stepping inside, the petite redhead reached up and flipped on the lights so that a warm, welcoming light flooded the inner shop. The aged mahogany and comfortable furniture lent a cozy atmospere unlike most book stores and it was a place of obvious history.
"As you can tell, we are a bit unusual. We don't carry any of the modern paperbacks... Just dusty tombs and classic literature. My aunt said it was a note of refinement."
Just as she finished speaking, Maddie glanced upwards just in time to see one of her friendly, matchmaking ghosts peek its head out of the back stairs. Widening her eyes, she gave it what she hoped was a silent command to go away and not make a pain of itself. Confederate ghosts were oh so inconvienent when it came to having a gentleman caller. They either wanted to marry her off or send the poor sap screaming for the hills.
"I think a tour could be arranged. I've only owned the store for about four months so I'm really just starting to dig into everything thats hidden on the shelves. My great great aunt and uncle had the place before they passed away together while vacationing in Florida... They were madly in love and on their second fifth honeymoon at the time. I guess since they were both over 100, the excitement turned out to be a bit much for them that time around."
Stepping inside, the petite redhead reached up and flipped on the lights so that a warm, welcoming light flooded the inner shop. The aged mahogany and comfortable furniture lent a cozy atmospere unlike most book stores and it was a place of obvious history.
"As you can tell, we are a bit unusual. We don't carry any of the modern paperbacks... Just dusty tombs and classic literature. My aunt said it was a note of refinement."
Just as she finished speaking, Maddie glanced upwards just in time to see one of her friendly, matchmaking ghosts peek its head out of the back stairs. Widening her eyes, she gave it what she hoped was a silent command to go away and not make a pain of itself. Confederate ghosts were oh so inconvienent when it came to having a gentleman caller. They either wanted to marry her off or send the poor sap screaming for the hills.