Amy’s POV
Since we arrived at Greenough, Sebastian had been particularly annoying.
Either he was complaining that I spent hours talking to the garden or he was unnecessarily trying to keep tabs on me. To everyone, he was a doting, loving husband but I knew better. This afternoon, I wanted to leave the house and perhaps explore Greenough with the aid of one of the hands in the house but Sebastian was insisting that I shouldn't go.
"You want to be prancing around town in the arms of a 19-year-old. Do you know how shameful and disgraceful that is especially for a married woman?".
"Sebastian, how many times do I have to make this clear?" I threw my hands in exasperation "He's just a boy, Sebastian and he's eager to show me around town. Would you rather I stay cooped up in here, all day?
