I remembered something I had seen online. “Oh, and the lighting. I’d get new lighting, something pretty, some antique chandeliers or something fluffy and silly.”
“Fluffy lighting,” Wyatt repeated with a grin.
“You heard me. Fluffy. Books are all about fantasy, getting immersed in a story and characters. People read as an escape, and I want stepping into the store to be like that, too. Plus,” I shrugged, playing with the end of my ponytail. “Why fit in? Why not do something memorable and cool?”
His gaze traveled over my face and he nodded.
“I think if we had endless funds, I’d have the mural repainted. Right now it’s faded and crumbling, and it could be spectacular.” I shrugged. “And the books on the mural?” My nose wrinkled. “They’re outdated. Sure, some of them are classics, but those
