"Well, it's enough to keep my mind occupied," she said with a smile. Sometimes she liked keeping secrets from her family, just a little bit — it gave her something to feel mischievous about. On the other hand, it meant that she had no one to share in her delight, at least for the moment, and she was going to have to just keep it all bottled up inside until she burst or found someone to tell.

But she was not going to burst yet. She had only learned a few hours ago, and she would have to think through how she was going to tell Zach and anyone else that she wanted to tell; she was not going to just spill the beans the first chance she got. She'd been building up to this for years, after all — maybe her whole life — and she could wait through snacks with Rosie.

Speaking of which, the snacks were really very good. Jules put another in her mouth so that she could clear more room on her plate, then reached in for a second load.

"When I'm not too busy with the House of Lytton, that is," she said, referencing her actual, paying job as the personal assistant for the fashion house — an unlikely choice of employer for a girl who hardly cared about fashion, but the work itself was simple enough for someone with an organized mind. "I think Mr. Lytton wants to plan another fashion show this spring."