Terra sat looking at her reflection in the mirror of her vanity as Anya stood behind her, doing up her hair for the party ahead of her. There was much silence between the two of them, but Terra could tell by the look on Anya's face in the mirror's reflection, the way she lightly shook her head, they were both thinking the same thing. "Something is on your mind Anya..." Terra said softly, "Don't be shy. Share it with me."
Anya hesitated but eventually spoke her mind, "People are bound to get the wrong ideas, milady, about this rushed wedding. Already the duke's servants whisper about the possible circumstances behind the timing. What is the duke thinking?"
"Honestly?" Terra replied on a sigh, "I am not sure what he is thinking or even if he is thinking at all. Of course the first thing I thought of when he suggested that the ceremony happen so swiftly that the bishop would not have time to arrive was what I'm sure the servants and nobles alike are saying. But then I thought what would be said if the wedding was indeed delayed another month or two. In one situation, both my name as well as the duke's is ruined. This way.... only mine is. And my husband looks like the hero from coming to a poor lady's aid. Taking in the poor creature no one else would. Attempting to save her face."
Once Anya was finished with Terra's hair, she rose and stepped into the elegant violet dress she had picked out to wear tonight. Anya started to lace her up into it, "Besides, the Duke has told me he does not participate in court often so at least I will not have to face the ton to often. And eventually another scandal will take attention away from me and I will be old news. It's only for a few days. I can handle the whispers a few days..." at least she told herself she could.