Lucas was soon bent forward in his seat, wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes as Celia told him the story of his father and his three Islian mistresses. She was laughing uncontrollably as well, barely able to get the words out at some points.
"Deceiving three ladies at the same time?" Lucas muttered in disbelief. "I'd like to think that was a personal record for Papa but knowing him, it probably wasn't."
"And it wasn't just the occasional dalliance either. Each of those women spoke of being in a committed relationship with him, of expecting to become the next viscountess in the near future." Celia said as she recounted the terrible screaming match between the three hopefuls in her mother's chambers. "Between all that, how did your father have time to do, you know, actual diplomacy?"