Courtyard.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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Lydia waved it off. "The Muckraker would not know because I do not go out like that, the only public event I've been to, I was wrapped in gloves" she expressed.
"You know nothing much is secret nor hidden from the muckraker" Helena lifted a brow.
"Quit it, I hear you, when the dressmaker arrives tomorrow for measurement, I shall add the idea of a glove" Lydia groaned.
"Now where is your husband, he is always around" Helena brought to light as it was a surprise he hadn't put a word into this conversation.
"Work, Lena do not tease me on uneven grounds" Lydia passed.
As Helena giggled Lydia went further to say. "So you haven't told me the little secret you said that you have got" Lydia reminded.
Absentmindedly Helena raised a brow. "What?"
"What is it that you wanted to tell me about?" Lydia reiterated.
