Isabella was exhausted with the vigilance she and Mrs Jolyon had kept throughout the day. Every time Alix had wanted to go and look at the decorations downstairs, they’d managed to divert her attention. Whenever Alix claimed she could smell roasting chestnuts or melting chocolate and shouldn’t th...
Midge had finished his pudding. Isabella looked up to see Eloise Molesey, a symphony of yellow satin, making her way towards them. “I said, don’t look up,” he hissed. It was too late. Eloise was upon them. She sat down without being asked. “Now then, you two, I want you to come to the library aft...