Juliette's Point of View
I accepted the book from Charles with genuine delight.
"The History of the Northern Territories," I read aloud, running my fingers over the worn leather cover. The binding was old but well-preserved, the pages yellowed with age. "Charles, this is wonderful. I've been looking for this everywhere."
"I know, Luna." His cheeks flushed pink with pleasure at my reaction. "You mentioned it last week when I saw you in the library. You said you'd searched the shelves twice but couldn't find a copy. So I went through the archives in the east wing and finally located one in storage."
"That was very thoughtful of you." I smiled warmly at him. "You went to a lot of trouble. Thank you."
He ducked his head, clearly pleased by the praise. "It was nothing, Luna. Really. I'm ha
