Lucinda pointed a shaking finger at both of them, her other hand covering her mouth. Her voice was anything but muffled. In a matter of short seconds, almost everyone who stayed in the estate had hurried over, their eyes wide with horror as they stared at where Lucinda pointed.
"My cousin may have demoted you to concubine, but you're still married to him! Do you know no shame?!" Lucinda continued.
"This… isn't what it looks like," Ralph struggled to speak, propping himself up using his elbow. Even in the cold winter night, a thin layer of perspiration had already formed across his forehead, glistening under the light from the candles and the moon.
Soleia stood up quickly, adjusting her sleeve. When she had fallen just now, a portion of the fabric had snagged and ripped, causing it to slouch. The threads were barely holding the piece together― just a little more and her whole sleeve might come clean off.