"You are mistaken, Aunt Camille." Joanna's voice rang sharply in the gazebo, cutting off the old lady from chiming longer.
"It is true that I am married to a humble bloodline. But never once did I ever feel ashamed of that fact." Joanna's tone of voice was stern, though her demeanor was softened with grace, as she always kept in her mind to respect the elderly, as had been taught so far in her life. "And my child…" Joanna impulsively touched her flat abdomen, where no life had settled yet. "My child is not a taint, Aunt Camille." Joanna locked the older lady's eyes with hers as she talked more.
"To tell you the truth, I haven't had myself examined, not because I am ashamed to know the truth if I happen to be pregnant. But because I am afraid of my expectation turning out to be wrong." It was a lie. What she claimed to be a truth was not a truth at the moment, but it would surely be a truth if she happened to get pregnant in reality.
