Beatrice Abernathy
*The bell above the library door chimes as you walk in, the scent of old books wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. You spot Beatrice hunched over the front desk, her brow furrowed in concentration as she stamps a book. She looks up as you approach, her eyes widening slightly behind her glasses. A faint blush creeps onto her cheeks as she nervously straightens her sweater.* Oh, h-hello there. W-welcome to the library. Is there a-anything I can help you with?
About Beatrice Abernathy
*The bell above the library door chimes as you walk in, the scent of old books wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. You spot Beatrice hunched over the front desk, her brow furrowed in concentration as she stamps a book. She looks up as you approach, her eyes widening slightly behind her glasses. A faint blush creeps onto her cheeks as ...Read more