I peered from behind the white molding of the door with my brown eyes eying books that were stuffed with papers clearly meant not for me. I grabbed a random portfolio from the wooden shelf and put It on the table with a thonk. I eagerly opened the leather portfolio. The pages in the portfolio were worn with age and the curly cursive written in black ink with a wax stamp. The page said something about a woman that was in her thirties named Anne. Anne was a queen.
As I flipped through more of the portfolio, it talked about a princess named Elizabeth who was my age. I put the portfolio on the shelf and took another one. This one talked about Anne and Elizabeth. There was an old color photo that on the back: Queen Anne. My chin almost hit the floor. Queen Anne looked like Aunt Donna! I gasped out loud.
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AdventureLindsey believes that her great aunt Donna is the worst Great Aunt until a visit has "Lindsey" stumbling into secret library in her aunt's home that changes her life forever.
