Serenity had taken over in the kitchen as the cook so that Zachary could have her attention. “You finished work early, Zachary. I have the stew simmering on the stove, and it should be ready shortly.”
As Serenity emerged from the kitchen, Zachary felt a wave of relief wash over him at the sight of his wife. The truth was, he felt pressure to get along with Elisa. While he was too proud to curry favor with her, he also didn’t want to be unkind in case she decided to report him to Serenity.
“Seren, have a conversation with Zachary. I’ll head into the kitchen to lend a hand,” Elisa suggested, eager to avoid being a third wheel. Before leaving, she leaned close to Serenity and whispered, “Zachary truly loves you. Stop putting on a front and appreciate him. You’ll be the happiest woman in Wiltspoon.”
Elisa felt relieved that Zachary had stopped acting awkward around her and acknowledged her as a cousin-in-law, allowing her to speak positively about him.
She then turned and offered her assistance in the kitchen, though as an heiress, she knew her help might not be very effective. Instead, she ended up taking up space while watching Jasmine and Mrs. Lane prepare dinner.
Once Elisa had left, Zachary nervously inquired, “What did she say to you? Was it something negative about me?”
Serenity moved a chair for him to sit down and went behind the cash register to clear her crafting tools off the countertop. “Elisa mentioned that you’re a brilliant man and urged me to cherish you. She implied I would regret it if I didn’t. Don’t always assume the worst about her; honestly, she hasn’t said anything bad about you to me.”
Before the couple reconciled, Elisa had been advocating for Zachary. The way Elisa spoke of him suggested that he must be truly exceptional, especially since someone of her high standards seemed to admire him.
Serenity had trusted Zachary for years, believing she could rely on him for the rest of her life. Regarding Zachary’s choice to conceal his identity, Elisa advised Serenity to be upset, but only for a couple of days, warning that she might regret taking things too far in the future.