Luna’s POV
I browse the rail of baby clothes in the centre of the store, picking up one delicate garment after the other to admire them. Tom was right, this place is amazing, the clothes are all handmade by local seamstresses and are so much nicer than the mass produced clothing that you can get in the department stores around us.
I look toward the shelf of toys to my right, specifically at the large wicker basket beside it that Beth is kneeling beside, playing with a handmade wooden jack in the box she’s found. Her laughter fills the small shop over and over as she winds the handle until the clown jumps out at her.
‘Are you looking for anything in particular?’ a female voice asks beside me suddenly, making me jump violently in surprise. I spin around to find a friendly looking woman in
