Seraphina's steps were light as she practically skipped through the school gates, the early dismissal bringing a wide smile to her face. The idea of a free afternoon stretched before her, and the thought of visiting the antique shop seemed like the perfect escape. She had always loved the place—its quiet charm, the way each object seemed to have its own story waiting to be told.
The familiar bell above the door chimed as she pushed it open, and the scent of aged wood and polished silver greeted her. Seraphina's eyes immediately began their usual dance, scanning the shelves filled with intricate treasures, everything from delicate porcelain figurines to hand-carved boxes.
"Sera," a warm voice called out.
Seraphina turned toward the counter and saw Samantha, the shop's elderly owner, smil
