The Quiet Record of Whispered Vows

Previously

…She gathered her coloured pencils, a renewed sense of purpose bubbling within her. The rain might be falling, but Lily’s world, and the world of her town, had just been painted with a little more colour, a little more hope, and a whole lot more joy. And that, she decided, was a truly wonderful thing. The grey day had been a perfect canvas for a fleeting, beautiful masterpiece, and Lily, the shy artist, was becoming quite the maestro of momentary magic.