Lechance

Though she felt like dancing through the streets, she made herself walk. Even steps, casual pace. She was being responsible now, after all. She was headed, however, to the hotel, with a bundle of handpicked wildflowers and Mrs. Lindley at her side.

She kept her voice even and calm as she asked someone to go up and see if Hattie -- Miss Palmer -- was available, and bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from fidgeting while she waited.