CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Monday was Charlotte’s favourite day of the week in the bookshop. Well, apart from Saturdays, which were all about being busy and catching up with customers and spending time talking to the children who came in just to enjoy the little reading area. Mondays meant ordering books, replenishing shelves, and often creating a new window display.
Much to her surprise, she’d slept well and woken before dawn. A long shower was followed by more time than usual on hair and makeup. Instead of her default ponytail, she used a straightener to curl up the ends of her hair and pulled some back with a pretty butterfly clip.
With time on her side, she headed to the corner café and ordered a takeaway breakfast. As she waited, she answered messages from Trev and Rosie. The latter was conf
