Not So Alone ~ Enola Holmes x Viscount Tewksbury

Mad For Him

I rode my bicycle up to the Basilweather Mansion. Tewky sent me a letter asking me to attend a ball they were throwing. I agreed, of course, being the kind woman I am, but I had been hesitant.

The last time I visited Basilweather, Tewksbury's grandmother had tried to kill me and almost killed my Marquess friend. It was bizarre and totally unexpected so I didn't know if there were other dangerous things lurking in the corridors at night.

I had been most hesitant because he asked me to stay for a few nights. I didn't think I could stand being so close to his gorgeous face for so long... I sighed, then stood up on my bicycle to pick up my pace but knew it was a mistake when I tipped over and fell into a mud puddle.

Cycling is not my best strength.

I'm glad Tewky wasn't here to see that, I thought. I scolded myself for thinking such a thing. You see, I had developed a sort of crush on him ever since he turned out to be alive when his grandmother shot him. I could swear that we almost... kissed then. I used to think it was just a harmless little infatuation that would wear off in time but now, I'm not afraid to say (except to Tewksbury himself) that I'm mad for him.

I soon reached the gates of the splendid home, waiting for someone to open the marble black barrier. Suddenly, someone tapped my shoulder which caused me to spin around and got ready to punch them right in the face.

When I saw who it was, I said, "Oh, it's just you, Viscount Tewksbury, Marquess of Basilweather."

"Why hello, Elona Holmes, Junior Detective of London," Tewky grinned his appealing grin. I had just recently been appointed a junior detective and it had been my highest achievement yet. Well, if you don't count narrowly escaping a murderer and putting her in prison.

Instead of saying sorry for almost breaking his nose, I reached out and gave him a big hug. "How I've missed you, Tewky!"

"Tewky? Since when did you call me Tewky?" he asked, still holding me in his arms.

Since we arrested your grandmother, I thought. "Since just now."

He took my hand, ran into the garden, and handed me a pink flower. "A chrysanthemum..." I whispered.

I usually never really cared for flowers but I blushed and hugged him again.

"Happy birthday, Enola!"

Like I said: I'm mad for him.