"Dear husband," Neirin started as they got off the carriage.
The servants appeared beside them just to help them get off the carriage while the other maids made their way to their own stations to prepare what their masters might need.
"This is Vincent. I met him in one of our sewing shops this afternoon and again this evening at Izek's shop."
"Vincent," Neirin turned to him, but all he could do was stand there. His eyes wide opened, still looking dumbfounded. How many times was it already? Ever since this dream started, all he could do was act like a fool in many ways, more than one. He's getting more and more frustrated than he is right now.
"This is my husband, Manuel Alvaro Halstead."
Right there and then, Vincent was rendered speechless and immovable as he seemed to have forgotten the proper etiquette of greeting someone with a higher stature than him.
His heart pounded heavily.
