Lucille
With each passing day, I wondered what became of the impostor. I assumed he'd returned to America. After all, that was what he'd said he would do. It wasn't as if I could ask. I didn't know who was privy to his presence. In some strange way, our night and talk helped me. Lady Buckingham even remarked about a change in me.
During the first week of my stay in Molave City, each morning, weather permitting, Isabella and I met out at the pickle ball court. As we played, I realized I was having fun. I wasn't lamenting about my husband or the lack of his attention. Since our quarrel, the only time we'd been in the same room was for evening dinner with the rest of the family. We played our roles for the observers. In private, we rarely saw one another and when we did, we didn't speak. I
