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Enola looked at the castle Lady Danbury resided in in wonder. She wasn't exactly impressed but she did have a natural respect for the woman who owned all of this. She wondered how she came to it. Marriage? Inheritance? Criminal schemes?

Whatever it was, Enola respected it.

And on top of that fortune, Lady Danbury had not only offered her help for this social season, she also insisted that the young girl would he living with her. Since she knew that none of her brothers would take part in this, she would be playing the role of Enola's chaperone in this season.

Rich and nice — at least on first glance. A rare combination. The Countess was even rarer than that — rich, nice and actually interesting.

Therefore, Enola was currently moving most of her belongings and necessaries to the Danbury castle.

She was sitting in a carriage on her way to the castle, remembering small paths and trying to figure out why one lady alone needed an entire castle. Maybe that was the reason she was said to enjoy watching drama, because she was just another bored widow.

Once they arrived, servants showed her the way inside and to the huge and extravagant living room decorated with all kinds of expensive stuff like busts, gold and jewelry.

"Lady Danbury, Miss Enola Holmes has arrived," a servant announced her presence before leaving them alone.

By the window, an old lady with dark skin and dark hair with silver stands put up in a fancy bun stood. The crane in her hand reminded Enola of the one the Inspector of her second case carried around. Hopefully, this woman wasn't as much of a murderous criminal.

But you can never know.

The woman turned towards her, a smile forming on her lips as she layed her eyes on the girl. "You must be Enola."

She straightened her posture and bowed. "Yes, Countess Danbury."

A few seconds of silence followed. Lady Danbury let her eyes roam upon and down the girl standing in front of her - the self proclaimed private detective.

"You have your brother's nose."

"Uhm-" Enola did not know how to respond to that- "Thank you?"

Lady Danbury walked further towards her, still smiling. Whether that smile could be interpreted as friendly or not Enola did not know — it was more enigmatic than anything else. What was clear as day, however, was that Lady Danbury was a woman with many secrets and a certain kind of juvenile mischief hiding behind her eyes.

"I knew your mother well, Enola."

That was a surprise for the girl.

"I cannot imagine that the daughter of that woman has even an ounce of interest in social seasons and finding herself an husband. So tell me, miss private detective, what is it you're looking for in this noble society?"

Enola hesitated at first but soon found her mental defenses crumbling under the stare of the Countess - something that was rather unusual for her.

After some thought, she decided to unveil her intentions. After all, Lady Danbury might be of help if push should ever come to shove.