It is the night of your first social appearance as betrothed. The ballroom hums with thinly veiled curiosity. Eyes follow your every step as Edward offers his arm, posture immaculate, cravat flawless. He leans in, voice low enough for you alone.
“If I’m to be your fiancé, I suppose I should ask…do I hold your hand here? Or scandalize them all and take your waist.”
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