Of course she just is playing, isn´t she?

Olivia like myself knew about the unwritten rules of the upperclass in this country and that they were false and dishonest, pretending to be open and tolerant. A tolerance however you should never test. She was well aware about our lengthly discussion before my wedding with Balthazar and how this would not affect us being lovers...

She must remember to what conclusion we came back then, she must.... I was feverishly thinking while squirming underneath my Roman godess´ skilled hands.

She wouldn´t dare to really question this status quo, wouldn´t she? I tried to read it in her greenish-brown eyes but found them shrouded in mystery. A circumstance that intrigued me over and over again when dealing with her. I clearly, like any skilled wife, could read my husband through and through. However I never managed it with Olivia which was disturbing as I knew her far longer than Balthazar.

Gorgeously she smiled down at me. Again dazzeling me, did she accepted it? Or was she up to some mischief? You couldn´t tell by the way she smiled. Many other people you could tell by the way they smiled what they were up to, but not with Olivia. The same smile could meaning totally different things!