The cogs in Jemima’s head seemed to be turning, and Delilah was going to give her time to think about her answer before spurring her for a reply. If her sister was thinking about her words, it meant she was having some kind of emotions, although whether they were good or bad was yet to be seen. She knew that Jemima hadn’t been in love with Ford, but given that Lila wasn’t a fly on the wall in their home, she had no idea if things had changed for the better or if things had gone to hell. Of course she hoped it was the former.
Delilah busied herself with stirring the spoon in her cup again, only looking up once Jemima finally spoke. She set her own cup down with care, which clinked softly against the saucer, before she leaned forward just a touch. “Better than you expected?” Lila hummed before her lips curled into a soft smile. “You’re already ahead of a few others who were married this season, so that’s something.” While she wasn’t fully involved with the Season anymore, Delilah had heard of some who married for status or money, which very rarely seemed to work out. Hopefully her little sister would eventually become fond of her husband.
Her smile softened as she studied Jemima, as if what she was feeling would suddenly appear on her forehead. “As for what you’re supposed to be doing… Well, you’ll figure it out as you go. No one has written a proper manual on how to be a good wife.” Though wouldn’t that be something – Delilah should really pitch the idea to one of her writer friends. Delilah had been in love with her late husband but they still had their spats and disagreements, so she knew that Jemima and Ford would have some bumps along the way.
Delilah gently nudged her sister’s leg under the table. “Although if you’re really fretting about not being a good wife, show him that he made the right choice by marrying you. You could always learn how to make his favorite pudding or take up something he enjoys.” Although what that was, Delilah didn’t know. Who was Ford actually, anyway?
Delilah busied herself with stirring the spoon in her cup again, only looking up once Jemima finally spoke. She set her own cup down with care, which clinked softly against the saucer, before she leaned forward just a touch. “Better than you expected?” Lila hummed before her lips curled into a soft smile. “You’re already ahead of a few others who were married this season, so that’s something.” While she wasn’t fully involved with the Season anymore, Delilah had heard of some who married for status or money, which very rarely seemed to work out. Hopefully her little sister would eventually become fond of her husband.
Her smile softened as she studied Jemima, as if what she was feeling would suddenly appear on her forehead. “As for what you’re supposed to be doing… Well, you’ll figure it out as you go. No one has written a proper manual on how to be a good wife.” Though wouldn’t that be something – Delilah should really pitch the idea to one of her writer friends. Delilah had been in love with her late husband but they still had their spats and disagreements, so she knew that Jemima and Ford would have some bumps along the way.
Delilah gently nudged her sister’s leg under the table. “Although if you’re really fretting about not being a good wife, show him that he made the right choice by marrying you. You could always learn how to make his favorite pudding or take up something he enjoys.” Although what that was, Delilah didn’t know. Who was Ford actually, anyway?
