The English words were pouring out of him too quickly for her to keep up. He had informed his mother, but she was refusing to see them wed then. Again, she wondered what sort of man she was marrying that he had encouraged such distrust from his family. The very same family that birthed, housed, and loved him throughout the entirety of his life.
Don Juan was standing now, something every person in the parlor was now keenly aware of for Valencia could feel their eyes on her back. Few of her relatives spoke any English, and those that did weren't fluent enough (or present currently) to have followed all that he said. "Sit down." Valencia commanded lowly, her anger still hot and pulsing but less likely to explode.
"You will take me to Ireland after we are married." She then pushed, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Immediately after. They are to be my family, too. I will not be kept hidden like a shameful secret. And I wish to write to her, you will send my letter with yours."
Don Juan was standing now, something every person in the parlor was now keenly aware of for Valencia could feel their eyes on her back. Few of her relatives spoke any English, and those that did weren't fluent enough (or present currently) to have followed all that he said. "Sit down." Valencia commanded lowly, her anger still hot and pulsing but less likely to explode.
"You will take me to Ireland after we are married." She then pushed, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Immediately after. They are to be my family, too. I will not be kept hidden like a shameful secret. And I wish to write to her, you will send my letter with yours."