You may have heard the story before. Two girls (let's call them Liz and Jenessa) venturing into the unknown wild (let's call it the Montague Book Mill) to peruse and pose, to eat and read, to text and be merry. There's dreams, there's drama, there's a little drinking. And at the end of this story is a sayonara of sorts. Every tale has its close (and clothes). Our beloved Liz is leaving, but like red lipstick left on a napkin one pockets, she has made her beauty mark and we will treasure it in our memory box.
Liz, we don't like to say goodbye, but if we have to, we do it in style.
(Don't think we've ruled out a sequel.)
