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𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠?
•••
"I'M NOT SURE, ENOLA. I HAVE A BAD FEELING about his grandmother," the Hastings' girl expressed, digging her face into her hands solemnly. The girls were sat on Enola's bed, catching up on what they had missed over the two days. Enola had visited the marquess' palace as a widow under the name 'Posy', to investigate where the fleeing boy was. Amelia found it hilarious that they both discovered where he was, just on different days. Just their luck. Enola was upset that they had wasted a day of planning, but Amelia couldn't help but feel as though the day was good, especially her encounter with the boy of her admiration.
"Well, every boy has some baggage," Enola shrugged, grabbing Amelia's hands, "yours just has a bit more than usual?" She offered. The short haired girl let out a snort, covering her face as she playfully glared at Enola. But the nervous part of her registered the 'yours' and her cheeks flamed up as red as a fire engine. She shoved Enola back, the girl giving a laugh as she fell on her back. Amelia rolled her eyes at the annoying girl, huffing.
"Oh yes, Enola. A good murderous family tree is not so bad. Though, it's not like I'll ever see him again." Enola frowned at her best friends saddened demeanor, sitting up to rub her back.
"Do not fret, young 'Melia. We do have to go visit him and warn him of the danger he is in. So, if the brown bowler had man has not killed him yet, you will see him once more!" She cracked a smile, making Amelia's lips tug up. But the pit of her stomach churned, thinking of being too late. Enola seemed to understand most of the puzzle they were in, but Amelia just couldn't wrap her hands around the fact that Viscount's own family wanted him dead.
"Perfect."
•••
"I WANT FOUR YELLOW FLOWERS, TWO BLUE, AND A RED ONE. I don't care about the breed, any flower will do," Enola started, making Tewksbury turn around in shock at the sound of her voice. His eyes fluttered over the dollied up Enola, then stopped at Amelia, a cheeky smile on his face. She returned it, but stayed quiet, knowing Enola had a lot to say.
"What are you doing here, Enola?" He asked, tilting his head as he rearranged some of the singular flowers in a stand. When he moved the last one, he turned, greeting both girls. Amelia had a fond look in her eyes, as she couldn't help but look at his messy hair.
"Why if you're passionate about flowers, would you come to London?" Enola asked in confusion, scrunching up her face in uncertainty. Amelia cracked a smile, shaking her head at the two as Tewksbury retorted.
