Grace wanted nothing more than to navigate her way through the forest of shelves, back to the store’s exit. But she’d arrived with purpose and put an edge of steel in her spine as her mother had always encouraged. “Good afternoon, Mr. Evans. I’m Grace Bennett. Mrs. Weatherford sent me here to speak with you about a position for a shop assistant.”

His blue eyes narrowed behind his spectacles. “I told that meddlesome woman I didn’t need help.”

“I beg your pardon?” Grace asked, taken aback.

He looked down at his book and turned away. “There’s nothing for you here, Miss Bennett.”

Grace instinctively took a step toward the door. “I...I see,” she stammered. “Thank you for your time.”

He didn’t acknowledge her as he scooted between the bookshelves once more in a clear sign of dismissal.

She stared after him in shock. If he wouldn’t hire her, would there be more options without a letter of recommendation? She knew no one outside of Mrs. Weatherford, Colin and Viv. She was in a foreign city, away from a home where she no longer felt welcome. What else was she going to do?

A panicked urgency ran through her veins and left her palms prickling with heat. She should stay and fight for the job. After all, she needed it.

What if she couldn’t afford the reduced rent on the room in two months’ time? Certainly she couldn’t bring herself to ask Mrs. Weatherford for more assistance on top of what she had already given. Nor would Grace rely on Viv’s aid.

All at once the stuffiness of the shop became stifling, the towering shelves too pressing. She should stay and fight, but her emotions were too tumultuous. God how she missed her mother’s strength, her counsel and love.

Without another word, Grace found her way to the front door around tightly packed shelves and piles of books and left the shop.

She returned to Britton Street with brisk steps, wanting nothing more than to be alone. Solitude, however, was not to be had. Viv was in the parlor with Mrs. Weatherford, cooing over Tabby. Colin, who had worked all night at the Pet Kingdom in Harrods with a new baby elephant, was crouched beside the kitten with a bit of meat at the end of a spoon. Which meant all eyes turned to Grace the moment she closed the front door.

Though she knew her friends meant well, she wanted to slink from their stares rather than divulge how she’d run from the first sign of difficulty.

“How did it go with Mr. Evans?” Mrs. Weatherford sat forward in the burgundy armchair.

Grace’s cheeks burned, but she managed to force a smile and act nonchalant. “I believe he is not looking to hire an assistant.”

“Why ever would you assume such a thing?” Mrs. Weatherford asked.