The morning sunlight streamed through the shop windows as I finished my purchase, carefully tucking the leather-bound volume into my coat pocket. The bookshop had been a welcome respite from the biting winter air outside.
"Thank you, Mr. Finch. I'm certain the Duchess will appreciate this collection of poetry for her birthday," I said, adjusting my cane.
"Always a pleasure, Mr. Alistair," the shopkeeper replied with a warm smile. "Do give my regards to the Duke and Duchess."
I nodded politely and made my way toward the door, pausing briefly to examine a display of imported herbs and spices from the East. Their exotic scents reminded me of the special tea blend I wanted to purchase for Isabella—something to ease her morning sickness now that she was expecting her second child.
