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[V] Stranded

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[V] Stranded

The three went rolling off the hill

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The three went rolling off the hill. Lily was breathing heavily, trying to catch er breath. The two just looked the marquess weirdly.

"You do make an awful lot of noise, don't you?" She said, pointing it out.

"Well, it turns out, being thrown--"

Before the marquess could finish his statement, Lily went towards her suitcase and started picking up her stuffs that have fallen.

The girl with them called out for Lily. They are now walking, finding a place to stay.

"You do know you've entirely ruined the phase three of my plan?" She said, aiming for Tewkesbury.

"Phase what? Who the hell are you?" He questioned, very confuse. "Who are you two?" The two just ignored his question and continue their walk. "Look, I believe our recent brush with death deserves me at least a name." He reasoned out.

"Enola Holmes." She said.

Lily was surprised to find out the girl is connected to a renowned detective. "Holmes... Like Sherlock?" Tewkesbury asked.

"And I am undercover, so forget I told you that piece of information." She said.

"Undercover working for him?" He asked.

"Undercover from him." She corrected.

Lily let the two talk. She was reviewing her journal filled with her plans. She was trying to adjust it in order for it to become successful. She needs to think fast. The two people she just encountered may havr the biggest impact on her journey, that might end up good or bad.

"Hence why you are to say nothing." Enola said, stopping the boy. The two looked at Lily.

Lily felt their stares. She stopped walking and looked at them. "What?" She asked.

"Your name?" Tewkesbury asked.

"The real one or what I used to hide my identity?" She asked back.

"The real one." He answered.

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