Delaney, Constance, and Cora sat at a small table in the tea shop after they had finished their shopping. It was a quaint little place with white walls and murals of flowers painted all over. The tea shop owner was a short, round, older woman with white hair and spectacles. She eagerly watched the noble ladies sitting and sipping their tea under her roof.
"I imagine she doesn't often get a duchess as a customer," Constance spoke quietly over her teacup.
Delaney smiled down at her own drink in her hands, "Sometimes it still feels strange to know I'm a duchess. I just feel like Vincent's wife."
"Well that's good," Cora assured her, "That's how it should be."
