Amelie flinched at her question. "Regrets? What do you mean by that?"
Mrs. Hauet carefully scrutinized Amelie's expression before letting out a long exhale as if she had been holding her breath all this time.
"Marriage is not simple, no matter who your spouse is," the woman started, "I married my first husband when I was only nineteen. My parents arranged it too; we had known each other since we were kids. He was a little older and was about to graduate from university and join his father's company.
When I looked at other women in arranged marriages, I always thought "I am lucky. I know my husband and we are friends. We respect each other and treat each other with kindness. What else is there to wish for?"
She paused to think about what to say next; given the circumstances, Elise realized that she had to choose her words wisely.