The dozens of street orchestras throughout Glietz City are all familiar with performing this second national anthem of Austria.
Anna slowly tapped the rhythm with her left hand while gently scratching the nape of August's neck with her right hand.
Making it hum in pleasure.
"August, I haven't given up yet."
Anna muttered to herself.
She took out a rectangular object wrapped in lemon-hued striped gift paper from her small bag by her side, which was a gift sent by Osborne last night.
A small card hung from the silk bow on top of the gift——
[To my dear Lady Anna Ilina:
I heard about the acquisition proposal for the oil painting magazine. I'm really sorry for you. There's little I can do to help financially. This is a gift I sent you, hoping it will make you a bit happier.
P.S:
1. The printing teacher forgave me after seeing the finished book effect; he said it's the most faithful and perfect illustrated companion piece he's produced in years. I agree with his opinion.
