Re: Libray
Emerson had been chatting with what seemed like the witch book club of Crescent Hills and while she was getting strange looks for being on his arm, she was also bored as all hell. So with a quick kiss on his cheek and whisper to find her when he was finished, she wandered about the house to fine another glass of champagne and delicious little hors d'oeuvres.
The house was beautiful enough to keep her interest, sipping from her glass and nibbling at her small plate as she took herself on a tour. Farther away from the crowd it got quieter and more peaceful which was nice just to collect her thoughts for a moment. It had been a helluva week and the brunette couldn't believe where she'd been and what she'd been doing just last Saturday night. Never again, Bowes.
A door was open and the room inside was empty, filled to the ceiling with books and a few desks and couches. There was ice, crystal glasses and brandy for the guests so Piper assumed the room wasn't off limits. She was looking at the row row of classics all embossed in gold when she heard movement behind her.