It was easy to follow along with Willa's chatter, filling in the gaps with her own idle remarks when necessary. Lydie was skeptical of whatever the news her friend had to share (and realized as they made it outside that there was likely a sense of impropriety to it if Willa was being this secretive about it) but made no mention of it. That was, at least, until they were alone in the garden. “Wicked?” She repeated, unsure of whether she ought to be amused or concerned. “What is it?”

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