Three months passed as I tried to get used to my decision to make my marriage work. With all the nobles back at their estates things were quiet on the political front.
Mariela spent her days as usual at first but once her belly began to show Franz insisted she remain secluded. It was insane that no one had figured it out yet but I was willing to bet Sigmund was getting suspicious after she didn't show her face at any meals for over a week.
Once I decided not to play matchmaker for my husband with Marcy there wasn't really a point in orchestrating meetings between them. Our trips to the kitchen for food became slightly less frequent but I couldn't stop them completely for no reason. Both Al and Marcy would be confused and besides, it was a way to kill time.
