CHAPTER THREE
WILLOW RETURNED TO her room to freshen up and placed her new purchases in a neat stack on her table. Others might not understand, but for her, just being able to look at her collection of books had a calming effect. She then ran a brush through her auburn hair, tugging out the curls that insisted on bunching up around her ears in a wavy clump. She decided to just grab a bite to eat in the hotel restaurant for lunch and then perhaps lose herself in a book before the farewell party. From what it sounded like, most of the authors and other readers would be doing the same thing, not wanting to venture too far out before the farewell get-together that night. Willow couldn’t blame them. Talking and always being on stage must be exhausting. She didn’t think she could do it. Just wa
