"Your bedroom?" Lily looked around, wearing a look of confusion. Her face dropped in realisation, she was standing in his room.
"Oh my goodness, I'm not used to these halls yet so I-" she stopped, taking steps backwards after realising that he was taking steps towards her.
"Wh- what are you doing?" She swallowed.
"You didn't tell me the interview you were heading for was to be a wife." He said in a low bass voice.
"You didn't tell me you were the interviewer either." She tried to sound unaffected by his words but her voice was breaking her heart and deserting her.
Something about him just seemed to terrify her. Was it his higher class? Or his expressionless face?
"You know... you really don't have to marry me if you don't want to. I feel like you only chose me because you felt like y
