"For starters…" Elizebeth took a deep breath while thinking of the easiest way to clean up the future misunderstanding between them.
The duchess sat straight when her eyes shifted into soft and full of guilt. There was a chance that her husband was not being faithful. His handsome face was bound to meet one or two ladies.
"I may or may not be in a fake relationship with him," confessed Elizebeth at last.
'I thought so… oh wait.'
The duchess stiffened, her eyes were confused for a great second. A fake relationship? Not in an actual relationship? It was not a secret that a noble had more than two wives and a few mistresses, although she deemed her husband as a unique individual.
"I apologize. This is hard (to believe) …" The duchess was in conflict.
"I understand," Elizebeth quieted down, her mouth wobbling and was itching to talk, yet she refrained from doing so, respecting the duchess.