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Aaron released a choked laugh. One side of his face was permanently stuck in an uplifted position. He rubbed his chin, wondering if his ears betrayed him.

"I knew it!" A shrill voice shrieked from the doorway and in stormed Lady Eves, finger pointed with accusation. "It all makes sense now. Her absurd gold jewelry, that expensive gown with materials imported from overseas, and her abrupt entrance. This was planned by you, wasn't it Aaron?"

"Now, now, Rose-Anne," came her husband in a chiding manner.

Aaron blanched, his head snapping to his mother. "Why would I—"

"You should've told us from the very start, Aaron," Lady Eves decided, placing a hand on her chest as if both a weight was lifted and placed at the same time. "An illegitimate daughter, at that! What will the people say?"

"No, Mother, this is all a misunderstanding," Aaron declared. "I—"