Shattered Vows: Call Me Auntie Now novel Chapter 413

As soon as Quinn arrived in Savannah, she headed straight for Lorraine Ambrose's studio.

Just as she suspected, Lorraine was out.

The staff had her leave her name and phone number, politely stating they would notify her when Ms. Ambrose returned.

However, Quinn could easily read the polite dismissal in their tone.

It made sense. Lorraine was impossibly busy—there was no way she had the time to meet every person who knocked on her door or return every inquiring phone call.

Still, Quinn didn't immediately leave Savannah. She wanted to wait a little longer and see if another opportunity presented itself.

The whole point of this trip, aside from learning embroidery, was to carve out some quiet time for herself. With her second day completely free, she decided to visit a few of the famous local historic sites.

She spent hours wandering through Savannah's renowned historic gardens, places steeped in centuries of heritage that radiated a quiet, timeless elegance.

The elegant historic facades peeked through lush, overgrown foliage, while the imposing stone walls effectively shut out the chaotic noise of the modern world.

The cobblestone paths beneath her feet were worn smooth by centuries of footsteps. Strolling through the gardens felt like stepping into a gentle, forgotten era.

Accompanied by the cool breeze and murmuring water, Quinn felt the suffocating tension in her chest begin to dissolve. The exhaustion seeped out of her bones, leaving her with a profound sense of peace she hadn't felt in a very long time.

She spent the entire day stealing a moment of leisure, capturing countless gorgeous views on her camera.

By the third day, Quinn was sitting by the window in her bed-and-breakfast, flipping through her competition designs. She had nearly resigned herself to the fact that meeting Lorraine was a pipe dream.

It looked like she would end up hiring a professional artisan to complete the embroidery on her final piece after all.

But just as she finished a cup of floral tea, the quiet room was suddenly pierced by the ring of an unknown Savannah number.

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