Secrets of a Summer Night (Wallflowers #1)(104)

Annabelle groaned theatrically, downing her wine in a large gulp. “God help me.” Placing her glass on a nearby table, she fished in her pocket for a tiny paper packet with an object folded inside. “That reminds me—Daisy, will you do a favor for me?”

“Of course,” the girl replied promptly and opened the paper. Her face wrinkled in curiosity as she saw a needlelike piece of metal. “What in heaven’s name is this?”

“I pulled that from Lord Westcliff’s shoulder on the day of the foundry fire.” She grinned at their appalled expressions as they saw the long iron shard. “If you wouldn’t mind, take it with you to Stony Cross and toss it into the wishing well.”

“What should I wish for?”

Annabelle laughed softly. “Make the same wish for poor old Westcliff that you did for me.”

“Poor old Westcliff?” Lillian snorted, and regarded the two of them suspiciously. “What was the wish that you made for Annabelle?” she demanded of her younger sister. “You never told me.”

“I never told Annabelle, either,” Daisy murmured, regarding Annabelle with a curious smile. “How do you know what it was?”

Annabelle grinned back at her. “I figured it out.” Curling her legs beneath her, she leaned forward and murmured, “Now, about finding a husband for Lillian…I have a rather interesting notion…”

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