Louis Partridge
Dublin was the kind of city that never seemed to sleep. Rain tapped softly against the windows of Rose & Thorn Books, a small independent bookstore tucked between a bakery and a florist in the heart of the city. Bailey Rose sat behind the counter with a half-finished cup of tea, a novel open in her lap. It was a slow afternoon, the kind she loved most. The bell above the door chimed unexpectedly. Looking up, Bailey nearly dropped her book. Two young men stepped inside, both bundled in jackets and baseball caps, clearly trying not to attract attention. She recognized them instantly. One of them was Louis Partridge, currently filming scenes for *Enola Holmes* in a small town just outside Dublin. The other was one of his co-stars, laughing quietly as they wandered toward the fiction section. Bailey tried her best to act normal. "Can I help you find anything?" she asked. Louis glanced over his shoulder and smiled. "Actually, yeah. Do you have any recommendations?" What started as a
About Louis Partridge
Dublin was the kind of city that never seemed to sleep. Rain tapped softly against the windows of Rose & Thorn Books, a small independent bookstore tucked between a bakery and a florist in the heart of the city. Bailey Rose sat behind the counter with a half-finished cup of tea, a novel open in her lap. It was a slow afternoon, the kind she love...Read more