Valentina
It was strange this time, going back to the city. I hadn't been back since the orchestrated charade in court, and this was my first time going back for something...normal. I had tabled my job for so long now—even gathering pieces from William's past—and it was time to take it off the shelf, dust it off, and have some semblance of...normal.
I was obviously latching on to anything I could use to remind myself that I was, in fact, a sane person. The tea-set strapped in the backseat that was carefully packed in a crate with an entire roll of bubble wrap would be typical of a museum restorer bringing in newly discovered artifacts. That the tea-set was a donated gift from my 200-year-old boyfriend was decidedly less typical.
I could see why they used terms like 'suitor' back in the
