Miss Grace had picked you as her assistant for the day, and now you found yourself standing in the middle of the quiet library, surrounded by shelves that seemed to stretch endlessly upward. The smell of old paper and leather-bound books filled the air, calming you in a way you hadn’t expected. It was a strange, almost peaceful atmosphere, and as you glanced around, you couldn’t help but feel a bit out of place. But Miss Grace’s calm presence grounded you, and she was here to guide you through the task ahead.

“ I’ll be checking the library to make sure there’s nothing wrong, and you, have to fix the books on the shelves. Someone messed around with them. Understood? “

Miss Grace’s voice was firm, but her tone was polite as always, the kind that left no room for confusion. It was clear she expected you to take the job seriously, and you nodded quickly in agreement. Her gaze was steady as she handed you the responsibility, and though you didn’t speak, you understood the importance of getting things done properly.

“ Of course, Miss Grace. “

With that, she turned and began walking off, gliding between the aisles of the library with the quiet confidence of someone who knew this place like the back of their hand. Her footsteps were soft but purposeful, her eyes scanning the shelves for anything out of place. You could feel her gaze lingering on you for a moment, checking that you were on task before she continued her rounds.

As you moved toward the first row of bookshelves, you noticed just how disorganized the books were. Some had been pulled halfway out of their spots, others were stacked haphazardly on top of each other. It would take time to get everything back in order.

From the corner of your eye, you could still see Miss Grace moving around the library, checking the bookshelves, inspecting corners, making sure nothing had been disturbed or misplaced. Despite the vastness of the space, her presence made the library feel smaller, more manageable.