Bailey’s, Est. 2015.The space inside smelled of creativity. It was, Adam thought, a writer’s paradise – the kind of place that inspired originality and innovation. The intangible scent of handcrafted stationery was supplemented by the gleaming reflection of a spray of gold fountain pens stationed beneath the glass counter. Stamped leather diaries, correspondence cards, and premium paper in shades of Nile blue and cream wove, rested on shelves beside an eclectic stock of Japanese brands. Stacks of gold and silver-lined moleskin notebooks with vibrant covers depicting high tides, cascades of colour, and the uncurling wings of majestic birds had been piled high to the left of the doorway.
“I didn’t tell you how much I love stationery, did I?” Victoria whispered to him.
Adam grinned as she w
