Beatrice POV
I changed my dress three times before settling on the blue one. It was simple but nice, not too fancy. The last thing I needed was to look like I was trying too hard.
"You look beautiful," Corin said from my doorway.
I jumped. "How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough to watch you panic." He walked in and sat on my bed. "Breathe, Beatrice. It's just a conversation."
"With a man who wants to court me." I turned to face him. "What do I even say?"
"Whatever comes naturally." Corin stood and adjusted my collar. "Just be yourself. That's who he wants to meet."
"What if myself isn't interesting enough?" I asked.
"Then he's an i***t and we'll throw him out." Corin smiled. "But I don't think that's going to happen."
We walked down to the garden together. My hands
