She stood there staring after the closed door. For a brief moment she had gotten a glimpse, she believed she had never seen of the woman Astrid Sinclare was before, and she liked what she had seen. Astrid seemed kind and appreciative. Could she dare hope to possibly have such a partner? Perhaps the patience Eliane advised her of would actually work given time, and she had more than enough time.
She was Astrid's wife by default, of course, but that didn't mean she had to be a wife by choice, yet still, Vevina felt that she had to get to know more about the woman she would spend the rest of her life with until death parted them. Because that was what the agreement was.
She sighed and shook her head. She wasn't officially her wife, since their marriage had yet to be acknowledged by the us
