You would have suspected that Angelina would keep your relationship a secret, considering that she was a woman of high status. Yet here you are, sat on the red haired woman's lap like a doll, in front of everyone who had attended the ball she was hosting for the night.

The way people would glance at the sight in a curious or confused manner would be slightly warranted in your eyes. After all, the woman hadn't had a lover from what people had seen, so it wouldn't be surprising that they were at least a little curious.

Whenever anyone ever had the courage to even ask the woman, she would always respond by complimenting your features. That, or Angelina would just tell people how it was. That you were hers. She seemed to be acting more like Grelle rather than herself. Or perhaps, she just got satisfaction from making people knew you were hers.

"Oh, aren't they just the cutest thing? Those soft cheeks that I just love pinching~! They almost seem like a doll, in a way. Such delicate features.. I just had to make them mine!"

She said to a few attendees of the ball, making sure to show you off in any way she could. God, this woman was just too good to you. It's almost like she knew how her words had an effect on you. And of course, she knew just what to say to make you swoon or blush. Always.