@'Clarissa Cosgrove'
@'Philip Aymslowe'
@'Philip Aymslowe'
Maggie probably should have waited until the following day to make the trip to Irvingly to finally see Mr. Aymslow's shop in person. It was hard to do such a thing though. If she wasn't in the shop, it meant everyone else had to work that much harder. Dealing with customers was pretty hard, after all, when a person was up to their elbows in bread dough. So instead, she'd decided to brave the weather after the dinner rush had waned and chances of the shop getting busy were quite slim.
She'd made inquiries previously about the best way to get to Irvingly and had managed to figure out where to floo so that she could get to the shop. Once she'd quickly left the Casino, she took in a deep breath of the chilled night air. Snowflakes were beginning to fall but luckily just lightly so.
She meandered slowly toward the main square of the town, not in any rush as she wanted to take it all in. How she so longed to be able to simply live freely without extra restraints about her. Of course, as a woman, that made it hard to do but with the inheritance from her grandparents, Maggie had begun to see a knew light at the end of the tunnel. She had a chance to do something more with her life with, or without, a husband.
With a sigh, blue eyes fell to the bakery with it's sign clearly saying Sweet Delights. She smiled as she stood outside the front of it, gazing in through the window at the quaint little shop with it's Christmas tree clearly present. With another deep breath, she pushed the door open and entered, unsure of what exactly to expect of this encounter but she hoped the outcome would be good.
I owe Nolan my soul
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