"It’s too much," she muttered, tapping a charcoal pencil against her chin. "It lacks direction."
Over the next few months, the project forced Elena out of her straight-edged comfort zone. She spent evenings in the dusty archives with Marcus, digging through hand-drawn plans from the 1880s. She learned that the original architect had designed the library’s winding staircases to mimic the flow of a nearby river—a romantic notion that her younger self would have dismissed as inefficient. Straight Mature Red Head
Elena arched a perfectly groomed eyebrow. "I don’t get lost." "It’s too much," she muttered, tapping a charcoal
One rainy Tuesday, while they were examining a hidden fireplace they’d discovered behind a false wall, the power in the old building flickered and died. "It’s too much