*Odette*
I hadn't planned to come. I'd stroked my fingers over the gilded invitation he sent and convinced myself it would do neither of us any favors if I attended. But I'd been unable to stay away.
For long moments, we simply waltz, gazing into each other's eyes. I feel as though everything is being communicated, even though no words are being spoken.
"What a fool I was," I finally say, "to have rebuffed your previous invitations to dance. You're quite good at it, while I was quite insufferable."
"I won't argue with you there." He grins.
I laugh lightly. "Now you decide to be honest with me?"
"I shall never lie or deceive you again. You have my word on that." He says softly.
"I shall never give you another cut direct. You have my word on that." I promise.
His eyes lock with mine.
