Bab 317: Strange Wife II

"Stop acting so suspiciously," Atticus scolded, groaning as Jonah looked back and forth between him and Daphne repeatedly. 

"How can I not?!" Jonah all but yelled, his voice not very loud but still equally as urgent and frantic. "No matter how I look at it, that's definitely Daphne right there. And you claim that it's not her?"

"That's not my wife," Atticus said firmly. "I would know the woman who shares my bed every night, wouldn't I?"

"Just because she changed a dress?" Jonah asked incredulously. "I mean, you can't fault a girl for enjoying fashion, can you? It's not as though you can't afford a few additional seamstresses to come up with a whole new wardrobe for her…"

"The ring on her finger," Atticus said. "It's a dupe. That's not the Symphony."

"Maybe she's worried about losing the ring in such a hectic event?" Jonah suggested.