Sophie had to give May credit. She had waited precisely three seconds after the maid left them before turning on Sophie and blurting out the question. It was only a few minutes past noon, which meant her friend must have departed her aunt’s house the very moment her aunt deemed it acceptable to go calling. Sophie didn’t even try to contain the enormous smile that came to her lips. “First, let me just say thank you for—” “Yes, of course, you’re quite welcome,” May interrupted, waving a dismissive hand. “Now, please, my dear little magpie, don’t keep me waiting.” She raised both eyebrows, clearly anxious to discover how things had gone between Sophie and Evan. Oddly enough, for perhaps the first time in her life, Sophie didn’t want to share every detail of their incredible evening. It had felt . . . special. Intimate. Private. For her, that was really saying something. Giving a little shrug, she made her way to the sofa and sat.
