*I tried to write this from a neutral perspective so everyone can enjoy it*
You walk upto the dressing table, it was nothing unusual or something that you hadn’t seen before. Polished east asian rosewood with a centrally located mirror and intricate victorian era designs and a stool laced with white silk cloth. The table was decorated with a makeup mirror, a fountain pen, ink pot and some lovely flowers adding a splash of colour. There were two distinct drawers on either side with golden knobs. They were a bit dusty and smudged with use. You couldn’t handle the curiosity and pull out on drawer on the left hand side, and there were just some more makeup stuff and other essentials. A bit disappointed you move on over to the right drawer, it seemed jammed but with enough strength you pull it out, and it reveals a tanned leather cover notebook with some dust settling on the cover.