Coco couldn't describe how grateful and relieved she felt by Jacques continuous reassurance regarding.. Everything in general.
"I don't care if you're not the actual Coco Hughes." Jacques said, smiling. "I only care about you being true to me, true to my husband— true to everyone, even without telling us the truth."
"But aren't I basically lying to you.. Because I wasn't really the Coco Hughes you all know?" Coco mumbled, looking down.
"You're the only Coco Hughes I know, silly." Jacques let out a giggle and stood up from her kneeling position, her legs a little wobbly from staying in the same straining position for a little too long.
She held onto Coco's shoulder firmly and steadied herself. "Sorry— anyway, if that's not enough for you. I can have a butcher house built somewhere around the market.. To prove that I'm not lying or anything, that I believe you."
"Build?" Coco's eyes went wide in surprise. "Wouldn't that be too expensive?"
