The day of the Luncheon to celebrate their son was upon them, and Adrienne thanked her lucky stars that she didn’t need to spend the entire day with the family. The illness had plagued her for long enough after she’d given birth that she still felt she needed her space from the rest of the family even two months after the fact. Perhaps it was less a matter of physical strength and more a matter of testing her patience.

When the door opened to the sitting room, Adrienne looked up from her book on the chaise. Thank god it was only Gretchen. Still, she set her book down with a sigh. “I’m still not sure if it’s because of the baby or because of the amount of people in the other room.” She responded, though made a mental note to see what Olympe could do by way of a pepper up potion for her. “Do I look that bad?” She joked.