Chapter 92: Pasta
"Confirm it? O....kay," hesitantly, she agreed and carefully looked at Theresa. If Theresa was right and she managed to bring things back to normal, then she was going to have to speed up the contract process before things deepened between them.
"That’s the spirit!" Theresa squirmed, happy to have received her consent.
"But....." Aurora drawled, finding it hard to utter the words she wanted to say.
"What?" Theresa asked, wanting to know the problem.
Theresa already had a lot on her plate with the presence of the future Luna and the preparation for her upcoming wedding. It would be inconsiderate to burden her with her intimacy therapy.
There had to be a way to overcome her trauma. She barely had two months left and she didn’t know if she could survive Sarah and her mother’s hatred, if she didn’t carry a child on time. Why wouldn’t he just let them go through surrogacy?
That annoying jerk! She sighed and said, "It’s nothing, let’s go with your plan." She then smiled.
"About that, let’s do it tonight," Theresa suggested and stretched her hands towards her handmaiden, indicating for her to step forward.
"Get me my designer now, you know what to do." She ordered, causing the maid to beam joyfully at her words. Since the enchanting potion incident, it had been a while since Theresa worked on beautifying a woman for Damien. The thought of them going back to the old days made the handmaiden happy.