*Everly*
“That was remarkably rude”. I mutter.
He shrugs. “We didn’t come here to talk. We came here to dance”.
“Why didn’t you tell me whose affair we were attending ?”
“What does it matter ? You wanted to attend a ball, and you have. One dance and we leave. Enjoy it, sweetheart”.
Within the mad crush of dancing couples, he takes me into his arms and glides me over the polished wood. I want to remain irritated with him, but decide to lock it away until later. I do not understand his relationship with his brothers
… except to think that he doesn’t truly have one. But for now, I am at a ball dancing with a handsome gentleman. I will not have it ruined.
“Why didn’t you let him know that you lived beside him ?” All right. Perhaps it will be ruined.
“It never came up in conversation”.
