Hello, My Darling Wife

Ella snorted, as Kaczor settled next to her, gave her warning that she was going to kiss her forehead again, and to please not punch her. [q]Mmm... I suppose I can forgive you.[q]

Unlike her fiancee, Ella was wide awake. Not tired, not yet. [q]...Let's stay here tonight. Separate rooms—[q] She shot the other woman a look. [q]—And maybe... some dinner?[q] The only thing she was certain that she was owed, was a room to herself.

Dinner... well, she'd likely ruined her chances of being fed. Though she had to remind herself, she wasn't at her father's home. This family didn't seem to mind the scandal. They'd maybe feed her.