Rows and rows of dusty old books met Isabelle and she could smell the mold from never having once been picked up coming from them as if they were scented with it. She stepped towards the first row allowing her heals to be quieted by the soft purple rug under her feet. There was a table in the center of the rows of books that could seat a good 30 people for Clave meetings. Her hands scraped over the dust with care as she wandered down the rows till her hand accidentally knocked over a book. It made a gentle thud to the floor from the middle row of shelves and seemed to scream touch me.<br/><br/>Her hand picked it up flipping the book over so she could read the tittle of it. "History of the Clave." Her hands flipped the book open as her eyes tried to read the old script with only the fluorescent lights to guide her. Soon she found herself sitting against the book shelf delving herself into the world that she forced herself into. The words came to life in her mind, and before she knew it the sound of music died all together. Which told her the party was coming to a very sharp end that meant she could finally get out of the stinking dress and heals sheâ€™s in.<br/><br/>At last she laid the book back on the shelf, heaved herself up and made sure to turn off the lights before leaving the library. The sound of feet greeted her just as she walked out of the library, and to make matters worse the feet knocked right into her. "Ouch. What was that for?" Her head snapped to look and see Anabell fallen and in a huff. "Anabellâ€¦what..whatâ€™s wrong?"  Her hand reached out to offer help to Ana. There was just something odd about seeing Anabell in a rush.