DELICATE || TEWKESBURY [1]

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➷ DELICATE ࿐ྂ
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x. Operation: Enola Holmes

SEEING THE TRACKS, the girl sighed in relief. It was the first sign that her intuitions about the right directions have been proven fruitful. "We're nearing the train station, Tewkesbury."

The marquess only nodded in response, squinting his eyes to adjust the focus of his line of sight to confirm the discovery, "Then we must go faster. We're certain of where we're going, aren't we?" He took the reins from her grip and clicked his tongue.

"Wait!" Y/N exclaimed, causing the horse to stop as it jumped high, making both of the riders lose their clutches on their support and fall.

Y/N shrieked, but was surprised when she noticed that her back didn't actually hit the ground. "Woah. Okay. That was a smooth landing," she mumbled.

Tewkesbury groaned in pain. "For you, yes. For me, no." He said and moaned.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!", she exclaimed and stood up only to fall again once she accidentally stepped on her own long dress.

"Ow!", both of them grunted. Y/N rolled and had her face facing the viscount's. Her eyes widened as he stared at her.

Tewkesbury smiled cheekily. "I feel a bit better now. This view is quite the sight for sore eyes," he said.

L/N blushed and rolled her eyes as she giggled and stood up. "Flattering, but, not quite. Try harder and inform me next time when you've mastered the art of flirtation," she said, holding her hand out gor him to take and help himself up. He did and dusted himself.

"I will smack that smug smile off your face, Tewkesbury." She said as he then pulled a serious blank facial expression.

"I know where to find Enola," he added.

"Where?"     "Miss Harrison's Finishing School for Young Ladies."

"Brilliant! I know where that is. I used to have an issue with that woman. She made me walk around in those shoes which I am not complaining about, but the stacks of books, Tewkesbury — for hours! That made my neck stiff for quite a long time," Y/N uttered. "We have to get Enola out of that ridiculous place."

"But, what's the plan?" Tewkesbury asked.

"Mail yourself as well. I . . . will disguise myself as one of the students."

"But the uniform?"

"I have my ways." Y/N said. "Let's get back to the horse, go somewhere, get a large basket and a coat."

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Arriving at the large structure, Y/N and Tewkesbury sighed in anxiousness. They got off the horse and prepared themselves.

"Get in the basket." Y/N instructed. The boy did what he was told. "Now wait for me. This'll be fast."

The girl went to the back of the school to see another girl there, alone, picking flowers. "Excuse me?" L/N called.

The girl turned to her, "Yes?"

"I'm sorry to bother, But I've been told to call for you? There's this young man a few blocks away. He told me to look for a girl who loves to stay in the gardens and pick on...", Y/N took a peek on the flower she was touching earlier. "...white roses."

"And who are you?", she asked.

"I'm Adeliameonette. I was just passing by to enrol in this finishing school as told by my parents when this man came up to me to look for you? He told me it's urgent and that you need to meet him in your usual meeting spot." Y/N lied.