Isabella stood by the bedside, giving the women a chance to do their work. Her cheeks flushed for the hundredth time as the three women shared a look of approval. One of the ladies, Martha, turned to her and smiled, "Congratulations, My Lady."
Isabella nodded, not sure of how to reply to someone congratulating her for consummating her marriage. "Are you done with the sheets?"
"Oh, yes." Martha smiled pitifully at her before lowering her voice to ask, "How was it, My lady?"
"How was what?" Isabella asked, brows drawn together,
"Oh, don't be shy, My lady. It is pretty normal to talk about your wedding night experiences with other ladies." Martha said excitedly.
"Oh," Was the first thing Isabella said before her cheeks flushed. "It was normal, Martha."
"Normal?" Martha's face, like that of the other ladies, turned into disappointment. "Is that all?" she asked with hopeful eyes.
