"Oh, I do not like the sound of that one bit," Ada clicked her tongue against her palate while shaking her head.
"I am sorry, I don't mean to be such a downer this early in the morning,"
"My Lord! That is exactly your problem!"
"What?" taken aback by her tone, Arabella leaned away from her a little.
"You heard me! For better or for worse, you are the Lady of this house now. You can't keep apologizing about everything the way you do," Ada did not backtrack but on the contrary, doubled down.
"I am not the Lady of this house," Arabella muttered, her shoulders slumping further.
"Is that what you really believe? Do you think it's just a pretty title that you carry around now that you are married or… Oh my goodness!" Ada's breath almost caught in her throat, eyes wide as saucers, "You don't think your word matters, do you? That is the whole problem here, isn't it?"
"Well, it most certainly doesn't matter as much as his word does," she grumbled under her breath.
