"Theo," whispered Penelope as they sat back down together at the main tearoom table.
"I really don't know a man named Theo, even though I know a lot of people," muttered Penelope, an avid gossiper.
Harriet furrowed her brows.
"I don't know someone named Theo…" then she stopped talking. "Ah, I think I know someone named Theo."
Harriet's words again made everyone in the room glance at her. Meanwhile, Penelope herself almost jumped at her and shouted cheerfully.
"You're really having an affair?!" Too enthusiastically, she broke the anonymity rule of this place and made Harriet flick her fingers against her temples. "Ouch!"
"I think I know what's going on now," Harriet muttered under her breath. "I guess…"
Penelope cleared her throat and blinked at Harriet.
"So, who is this Theo you
