Lily asked Eloise, once more alone with her now that Ewan and Meggie had departed. Eloise, who usually adored gossip, chose precisely that moment to repent her ways and embrace discretion. Imagine! Lily’s trusted informant regarding all things scandalous declined to discuss the reason, advising that it wasn’t her place to say and Lily should ask Ewan. Had the world just been tipped on its end? Honestly, discretion was highly overrated. And she had asked Ewan, tried in every way to pry the information out of him. He was like the granite rock on a cliff face. Hard, sharp. Impenetrable. She wouldn’t get anything out of him. Not ever. She’d seen his dark expression and practically felt that wall of privacy build around him, stone by stone. Well, if he wouldn’t talk to her, that left only Meggie, assuming her brother hadn’t forced her to take a blood oath of silence. Of course, she knew that he had. Or if he hadn’t yet, he would before her next outing with Meggie. Which was why Lily was still a little peeved when another box arrived for her the following morning.
