Ester Lyon, a girl who's brother has always been favorited by her parents. Tewksbury, a young Lord who felt he didn't have his own choices in life. Enola Holmes a young detective who's mother disappeared one morning.
Their paths meet on a train to L...
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A week later I had finally perfected my plan and found where Sherlock lives which sounds really creepy but when someone is popular like Sherlock Holmes it is easy to find information, like a house address.
I sit peacefully at the dining room table head in my diary reading over my plan again and again. Until I am disturbed.
Tewksbury slides a bowl of freshly cut fruit on top of my diary a mischievous look on his face as he does so. "Tewksbury!" I cry annoyed to have been disturbed.
"Please Ester." He begs slouching into his own chair "you have been reading that plan for hours, nothing is going to go wrong."
"Knock on wood! Knock on wood!" I cry. The young lord smiles at me rolling his eyes and knocking on the table twice.
We finish off our breakfast and I head to get into my clothes for the day. I chose to wear male attire but let my hair on show so I can still be recognized as a girl. It's a daring move, one to catch attention. But that is my plan entirely. Just to catch Sherlock Holmes's attention.
I look through my wardrobe none of the outfits are daring enough, none are manly enough to be shocking. So I sneak into Tewksbury's room stealing some of his clothes. I pull on the outfit catching a whiff of the collar of the shirt as I button it up. Tewksbury's scent fills my nose and I blush hard. Vanilla and flowers with a hint of male purfume.
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His shirt is a bit big on me so I tuck it in but everything else fits well. Now to get onto my plan.
I head to the living room where the young lord sits amongst his plants a book rested in his hand. He is dressed in the same outfit from the market as he has been assigned a different job than me. I am going to see Sherlock as he is going to find us a horse and carriage. And meet me on 221 B Backer street.
"How do I look?" I ask spinning around on me heels. Before smiling widely at the boy. He looks me up and down before his cheeks turn bright red. I just made The Tewksbury marquess of Basilwether blush?
"S-stunning." He stutters. Before quietly adding "you should wear my clothes more often." Causing me to blush light pink. So I change the subject.
"Ready for phase one of the plan?" I ask offering my warm to him which he takes.
