"Thank you," Vega replies.
"No need to thank me, that's what I should do," Amelia says.
She doesn't stay for long after that. She leaves soon after, and as soon as her convoy of cars drives off, I turn to Vega, my voice rising. "Are you fucking crazy?"
"The ceremony is necessary," Vega says, calmly setting down his tea cup. "Otherwise, I can't take my position as heir."
"But when we divorce, won't every body know that we were married?" I ask, my voice rising in frustration.
Vega stops what he's doing. He turns to look at me, his eyes sharp. "Who don't you want to know that we were married?"
I'm confused by the question. "Huh?"
"Do you have someone you are worried will find out?"
My brow creases. "You are being unreasonable."
"I am just curious why this is what you are concerned about," he counters, his tone maddeningly level.
