Anxiety ate at Leonor the morning before Desmond was meant to go off with the marquess and, before they could get their clothing on for the day, Leonor clung to Desmond.
A few times, he had tried to stand up to get dressed, but each time, Leonor would put more weight on top of him.
While the duke didn't mind when his wife clung to him, he didn't want to be seen as rude by the guest who so graciously trapped them in his estate and forced them to enjoy themselves rather than focusing on work as usual.
However, he could read Leonor like a book. As she got ready to go see Marchioness Letizia, she returned to him in phases, as if she couldn't stray for too long. His touch was keeping her grounded.
"Are you feeling nervous?" he asked.
