Eloise Donovan's lips twitched. She was starting to regret getting involved in this mess.
"I don't know him well—not at all. I just happened to run into him a few times when I visited my uncle. We've seen each other a few times, exchanged a few words, that's it."
Arabella Donovan raised an eyebrow. "And you call that 'not well'?"
"...I see the security guard at the school gate every day. We occasionally say hello and exchange a few words. By your logic, I'm closer to the guard than I am to him."
"...Alright." Arabella Donovan rubbed her nose sheepishly. "So, what does he want with me?"
"Strictly speaking, it's not him who's looking for you, but an old classmate of his."
"An old classmate?"
