383: Hopping Clown_5
Isla Astir very calmly replied, "You go first."
Eva Webster chose her words carefully, lowering her voice, "Isla, I hope you won't laugh when I say this—I think I've fallen in love at first sight with Mr. Thompson. So... could you, perchance, act as a go-between, and facilitate a meeting between us?"
Isla Astir was dumbfounded. If she hadn't heard it with her own ears, she would never have believed that Eva Webster would say such a thing.
How was this different from daydreaming?
Isla Astir looked at Eva Webster, "Second cousin, it's not that I don't want to help you, but first, my relationship with Mr. Thompson isn't such that I could introduce someone to him as a potential partner. Second, as you mentioned, we and Mr. Thompson run in different circles, so I think you might not have thought this through thoroughly."
Isla Astir's words were frank and brutally honest.
She pointed out that Eva Webster was just building castles in the air.