She couldn’t help but feel grateful for his unexpected intrusion. She should have been scandalized (Olympe certainly would be when she told her maid later), but instead she found it quite a delightful change to her otherwise leisurely afternoon. “I am,” She confirmed, though she was still finding that fact a bit odd. It had been six months since she’d been married to Cash, and she couldn’t help but feel a shift in him that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Of course this wasn’t something she should be telling a stranger, but she knew it was taking her too long to come up with an answer that would signal marital bliss.

Adrienne had never thought about what it would be like to fall in love; this proposal had dropped into her lap and by the grace of Merlin, had come at exactly the right time. Perhaps the fact that she knew she was keeping a disastrous secret from her husband that, if it got out, would mean social ruin for the both of them; that her uncle was in fact her father, and that she and her brother were unacknowledged bastards. Something twisted in her stomach, and she absentmindedly twisted the ring that she was supposed to be displaying to the ghost.

“It’s….quite nice,” She managed, finding that she suddenly wasn’t able to think of the English words to describe how she felt. In fact, she wasn’t able to think of any French words either. Her mind had gone blank. “He’s a wonderful man —” that was a fact, Cash was perfectly gentlemanly “—and he and I have quite a lot in common. Liking mystery books, for example…” It occurred to her that the reason why she might have been grateful for Mr. Wye’s impromptu company. In the past six months, it seemed as if she’d exhausted much of what was available to do around the house.

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