Would and will, two entirely different words - words that Valencia was fairly confident Don Juan knew. He had been in Spain for months now, and in that time he had written such fluent and elegant letters to her in Spanish, fully immersed himself in the country, and agreed to marry her. Don Juan wasn't stupid enough to have forgotten the difference between will and would, was he? Valencia wasn't foolish enough to have fallen in love with a disgraced idiot, was she?
"Did you tell your mother?" Valencia asked plainly in English, her accent thick but words clear enough to be understood by him. She was still fuming, still ready to scream at him with the indignity of being kept a secret.
"Did you tell your mother?" Valencia asked plainly in English, her accent thick but words clear enough to be understood by him. She was still fuming, still ready to scream at him with the indignity of being kept a secret.