"I am terribly sorry. I should have started with my name. I am Mireille Lécuyer." Mire mentally kicked herself for forgetting such basic mannors. She'd gotten the hard things out of the way. Well, most of them. She assumed telling such a secret wasn't anything small. She blushed at the woman's words. Yes, Sun probably would have told her if he'd thought she could keep a secert.

Which made this all the more of a bad idea. What if he hadn't told his Mrs. Beck because he didn't think she could keep such a thing from coming up during casual conversation? 'Oh, yes, Sun is going to be married soon.' or however that conversation would come up.

"I'm sure he would've told you himself but... my family wouldn't approve of him." Or any of them, really. Half blooded and middle class. She inwardly cringed. She wasn't so sure she really wanted to go down this path, but she wasn't going to change her mind now.

The purist side of her - and yes, some of her was purist. It was enebidle, gowing up in the household she did.- groaned at the word 'half-blood', even in thought.