Dionisia stayed quiet for a good, long moment, and then, with pained reluctance visible on her face, nodded.
"I will," she said, but the word eventually remained unspoken. She would keep the secret as long as she realistically could; she did not think Zelda could not outright tell Ari and betray her trust, but there was only a matter of time before it was hinted to in conversation, either by a slip of the tongue or because Zelda assumed she'd already talked to him about it. She needed to be careful—and, maybe if given the time, she could ease him into it.
"And—speaking of dinner," she said, feeling that this was a good time to end that, "what is it that I should look out for exactly?" She knew Roslyn was not particularly fond of Alfred, but she did not know the purpose of the dinner. There was always a purpose of dinners with the Fisks.
"I will," she said, but the word eventually remained unspoken. She would keep the secret as long as she realistically could; she did not think Zelda could not outright tell Ari and betray her trust, but there was only a matter of time before it was hinted to in conversation, either by a slip of the tongue or because Zelda assumed she'd already talked to him about it. She needed to be careful—and, maybe if given the time, she could ease him into it.
"And—speaking of dinner," she said, feeling that this was a good time to end that, "what is it that I should look out for exactly?" She knew Roslyn was not particularly fond of Alfred, but she did not know the purpose of the dinner. There was always a purpose of dinners with the Fisks.
