"She is inside washing her face. You can go in if you want to. No, you should go in," Alessandra changed her words since Oliver was the only person who could rest Emma's mind.
"Why is it always the two of you?" Oliver glared at Alessandra. It was bad enough Edgar was aware of his secret affairs but now his wife was too. "Am I supposed to believe this is a coincidence just like at the ball?"
Alessandra didn't see why each time she was around Oliver he would glare at her. She was married to someone he hated or perhaps still liked but she had nothing to do with whatever was going on between the two ex-friends.
"I'd also like it if your problems weren't always before us. Your life is not that intriguing for me to be going around trying to get in the mix of it. Your fiance spilled her drink on my wife's dress. She was drunk and taken to the bathroom. As a town guard, you should be glad someone took care of her. As her fiance, you should be thanking my wife," Edgar said.
