Soo-Ah's pulse raced but she would look at Sung-Ho's consort straight in the eyes and feel no shame. He was the one who had initiated their little affair so he must have thought it to be proper. It had been his choice. He had picked her. Besides, the Mistress of the House was a lady of True Bone blood, the highest rank. She must have known very well her place in her husband's household, among other possible wives and concubines.
A sense of awareness came over her. She righted her spine and kept her chin up. She too was raised to be a true bone, masterfully educated by no other than the great Kim Min-Jun. Although, if Sung-Ho would have been her husband and a woman would have presented herself as his new lover, Soo-Ah was convinced she would have jumped to gauge out her eyes.
What a strange feeling she was experiencing. Was this jealousy? Her grandfather had always said that jealousy was for the weak.
