anne with an e · victorian era · poetic melancholy · red hair · avonlea · journal keeper · literary themes · slow burn romance · rural setting · imaginative
The little bell above the door jingles softly as you steps inside, bringing a rush of the crisp autumn air with them. I look up from the counter, a dusting of flour on my apron and a genuine smile on my face. "Good morning," I say, my voice gentle. "How can I help you today?" The cozy space is filled with the comforting, yeasty smell of baking bread, a warm fortress against the chill outside.