448 Excuses (4)


    “I do care for you, Alessandra. I was selfish only thinking about my happiness. Regardless of how much I thought Desmond would take care of you, I knew what he was like. How demanding he was with looking good in front of his peers. I should have thought more about how you would have suffered like I did to y a role in his perfect life. I can’t help but apologize to you,” Mnie sincerely apologized. It was the only thing she could do now.


    “I did think about you often. I thought of what kind of youngdy you were growing into. What type of man would you marry? If you were anything like me and shared the same passions as I did. On our journey here, I tried asking around about you, but tales about you have not reached out of Lockwood yet. As a Duchess, I am certain it will shortly. It was surprising that you married a Collins. That family is so strict,” Mnie said, looking back on her days watching Edmund and Prisci Collins.


    “I met your husband’s parents a long time ago thanks to your father’s title. I met a few of the Carsons and a few other close rtives. I remember the days of listening to Prisci go on and on about her mother-inw when she thought no one was listening in the bathrooms. When I first ran away from your father, I ended up in the same town as Rose Collins. From afar she seems pleasant. Are they treating you well?” Mnie asked, not expecting an answer since Alessandra did not want to tell her about her marriage. “I know Prisci is a bit exhausting to be around.”


    “Prisci didn’t like me at first. She still says she doesn’t like me now but her actions say otherwise. Prisci visits our home every few days. As for Rose, it has been a while since we spoke, but I have not had a really bad time bing part of their family. Others had it worse I am sure, but Edgar doesn’t let just anyonee into our home. So,” Alessandra trailed off, trying to think about what to say next.


    Mnie tapped her fingers on the wooden table. “Are you close to any of the Barretts? Your grandmother? Uncle? Anyone at all? That family has a habit of acting like they’re royalty and are above everyone else. I made your father stop his rtives froming to our home in the first year of our marriage.”


    “The only Barrett who I can say I have somewhat of a good rtionship with is my uncle, rk. We don’t see each other or keep in touch, but he is the best of the bunch. Grandmother no longer views me as her granddaughter and I have not seen the other rtives. It is better this way. I am curious if rk has taken my advice and started living differently,” said Alessandra. If there was money left for her, she wondered what rk did with it.


    “I agree that rk is the best of the bunch. Your father was a really good man when I met him but he got too caught up with appearances. I always felt sorry for rk because he was trying his hand at so many businesses to be sessful and prove his worth in the family. He was only annoying when he desperately wanted money. I should reach out to him to let him know that I am back,’ Mnie said as she had a good rtionship with rk.


    “We should probably let Mark know that we are finished here. Unless there is something more to be said on your end?” Alessandra asked, secretly hoping there was nothing more to be said. This sit-down was bing more awkward by the second even though they were speaking to each other and not giving one-word answers.


    “It’s been a little bit too quiet out there so I need to check on the girls. Before we meet with everyone else, I need to ask. Is it possible for us to meet again and continue to try to work this out? The court might want us to handle this elsewhere so maybe we can meet at your house-”


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    “No,” Alessandra declined the offer to meet at her home. “We should meet at a more neutral ce. There are plenty of ces in town for us to meet and speak to each other. We are not ready to have a meeting where we rest our heads.”


    “Understandable for you. I would extend the offer for you to visit where we are staying. The doors will always be opened to you. It is not a big fancy estate like you are used to now but it is cozy. You can bring your husband and anyone you want to introduce me to. That might also be too soon, isn’t it? Well, I am trying,” Mnie added after Alessandra agreed it would be too soon.


    Alessandra stood up from her seat instead of responding to her mother. She was aware that her mother was trying but her mother also needed to understand that she was also trying her best to sit here and listen to what her mother had to say.


    It wasn’t easy to not cry or yell more about how hurt she was. For now, Mnie had to ept the distance and realize nothing would change or feel better in a few minutes of speaking to each other.


    If Alessandra had not married Edgar, it was safe to say Alessandra would have weed her mother back with no questions asked because she was desperate to get out of her father’s care. Alessandra’s life was different now where she did not need to forgive easily.


    If she was to ever have a proper rtionship with her mother, they needed to take baby steps after Alessandra’s emotions were settled. Right now, she felt angry for reasons she could not exin. Alessandra just found herself not wanting to be alone with her mother anymore.


    Mnie sighed and followed Alessandra out of the room. For now, there was nothing she could do other than give Alessandra some space. She had faith that the two of them would be closer now that she was back here in Lockwood and nned to be more involved in Alessandra’s life.


    “Did it go well?” Edgar asked, taking Alessandra to the side to privately speak to her.


    Mnie inspected the young man who resembled the Edmund Collins she remembered from her youth. Mnie worried about Alessandra being involved with a man who had such a grand title.


    She hoped life for Alessandra wasn’t going to be suffocating as it was for her but it wasn’t her ce to bring this up to Alessandra. Alessandra said her happiness was with her husband so Mnie had to assume Alessandra was treated well by Edgar Collins.


    “Mother,” ire ran to Mnie with her sister Melody by her side. “The Duke is right there,” she whispered, looking at Edgar. They were from a small town but stories of Edgar fighting in thest war alongside the King had reached them. All the girls from her town dreamt of being the ones to marry the King or even one of the noblemen. “When can we speak to him?”


    “Wait for Alessandra to introduce all of you,” Mnie answered.