Well, they had published it, which was something. Juliana didn't typically read Witch Weekly, though she had seen plenty of their issues in her recent foray into researching it, so she'd had to go and get a copy from a news stand for the express purpose of seeing whether or not her letter had made it into print. It had. That was good, she thought — she hoped it was good.

She wasn't worried that anyone would think she was responsible for the piece. She'd been quite desultory towards herself, specifically to head off that particular thought, and to try and make it sound credible. If it was sympathetic, it would have been suspect — which was why she had not been particularly kind to Lachlan MacFusty, either, though he had done his best to be kind to her despite the circumstances. Juliana believed the ends justified the means, and hopefully he could appreciate that. Now she just needed to ensure that the ends actually played out the way she wanted. No one was going to suspect that she was Meredith Watchword; but until they had more than one story to sink their teeth into, neither were they going to suspect that they ought to take Meredith Watchword's word as the gospel truth.

Luckily, her job put her in the way of all of the types of people society might care about. In her free time she was committed to digging up any dirt at all that there was to be found on Dorothy Finch (which she felt only a little bad about), but during the day she had her ear to the door of every dress fitting, looking for something else to snatch on to. She couldn't be too obvious, of course, because she didn't want to do anything to hurt the Lytton's business (any more than she already might have, by being caught out with Lachlan MacFusty in the garden on Valentine's Day and not being subsequently fired), but if she was careful, no one would know where she'd come by her information.

And it seemed she'd finally found something...