When dusk painted the sky, Valda had already settled into the grandiose library.
Sunlight filtered through the tall windows, casting a warm glow on the polished tables and the wavy curls of Valda's lustrous hair. She looked like a timeless masterpiece that captured the essence of beauty itself, and the lights spilling in only aided her visage.
Her hands were presently fidgeting with the edge of a book, and she unconsciously bit her lower lips, undergoing what she would refer to as self-reproach. She was an adult after all—she was expected to know these things, but the world of letters had always ignored her.
"I see you're getting started without me." Prudence said, her voice gentle as she approached Valda. She pulled out a chair and sat across from the confused woman. "Mind if I join?"