Eloise paused, her fingers on the spine of another book, and she turned her head slowly, a frown on her face. “You look familiar…but it can’t be…” she trailed off, staring at Caroline.

“Eloise, are you okay?” Tilda asked. Eloise’s expression switched as though someone had flicked a switch, and the frown was quickly wiped away by a smile.

“Yes, of course. How rude of me,” she declared, releasing her hold on the book and walking towards them. “I don’t ...