Hearing the Princess's inquiry, Theresa, who had closed the door and returned to the tea table, was stunned for a few seconds before hesitantly giving her answer.
"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I don't have experience in this... but I suppose it's unlikely."
"So it's really 'like', is it?" Erin sighed softly, resting her chin in her hands, and said playfully, "It's quite a headache, to think I've turned into that sinful woman in the stories."
Having spent so much time together, Theresa could tell the Princess was joking, though the slight upward curl of her lips left her unsure.
After much deliberation, she cautiously spoke.
"Your Highness, I don't know much about Mr. Colin, we've been unable to find much information about him, but I believe if he were like your brother, Duke Edward, they likely don't have feelings of 'like'."
