Mycroft’s lecture had been going on long enough that the wallpaper was starting to look bored.

Enola stood stiff backed in the center of the drawing room, jaw tight, chin lifted in that ‘go on, try me’ way she had. You sat off to the side, pretending to read while absolutely enjoying the show.

Mycroft’s voice rose in exasperation. “-and honestly, Enola, you’re nearly a young woman. One would think you’d try acting like one. Don’t you want to present yourself properly for your partner?”

Your head snapped up. Enola’s entire body froze. The silence hit like a dropped teacup. Enola blinked once.

“I’m sorry… my what?”

Mycroft gestured vaguely toward you, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Aren’t you two-? Well. Everyone assumes-”