Ella Montgomery had never believed in love at first sight — at least, not the way they described it in books. Love, to her, was a slow-burning thing, a quiet understanding between two people who took the time to know each other. It wasn't instant. It wasn't fireworks.
But the first time she picked up the note, a piece of folded paper wedged between the pages of her favorite book in the library, something shifted inside her. Her heart skipped, her breath caught. The words written in elegant, unfamiliar handwriting were simple, but they left a lingering warmth in her chest.
"I've been watching you for days, and every moment only makes me more certain: you are everything I've ever dreamed of, even before I knew what to dream."
She didn't know it then, but this was the beginning of something more than just letters. It would be the start of a connection that transcended distance, time, and words. The start of a love neither of them could have predicted.
And though she didn't know the sender's name — the mysterious admirer who seemed to know everything about her — the more she read, the more she felt she was falling, not into a fantasy, but into something real. A secret. A story they would write together.
A love that began, not with a face, but with a few simple lines of ink.