“I have to be honest, you are not what I expected.”
“And I feel as though it is safe to say the same is true of you.”
“Why? What were you expecting?”
Rather than answer, he just smirked. “I could ask you the same question, but I don’t think that would be very helpful. Instead of talking about what we assumed about each other, why don’t we just get to know one another? It would hardly do if we were to marry while practically strangers.”
“If only there was a period of time before the wedding where the couple could get to know one another...” she couldn’t help but grumble.
“I told you, I was away at university.” His tone was defensive, and he twirled her with more force than necessary.
“Did you not have access to the post? Or perhaps it was paper you were lacking.”
“You also could have written.”
“You were the gentleman. You should have been the one to reach out first-”
Veronica cut herself off with a small yelp as her foot slipped, almost knocking her to the ground.
Christopher tightened his arms around her waist, steadying her. “Are you alright?” he asked, suddenly closer than what was considered proper.
She felt her cheeks blush and pushed back, putting a respectable distance between them. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Are you always this clumsy?”
“Clumsy? How am I clumsy?”
“I just saw you trip?”
“Only because you tripped me.”
“Did I?”
“You must have. That’s the only explanation.”
“Then my deepest apologies. We can only hope it won’t happen again.”
“It won’t as long as you keep your feet out of the way.”
They continued dancing, but only a few steps later, Veronica stepped on his foot.
Christopher hissed, jerking back.
“Your foot was in the wrong place,” she grumbled, blushing furiously.
She expected him to be upset, to leave or complain, but instead, he chuckled.
“Perhaps after this dance we can take a turn around the room. I’m not sure my feet can take any more of ‘my’ mistakes.”
Veronica flushed looking away. “As long as you know who’s to blame.”
She couldn’t ignore the fluttering in her chest no matter how hard she tried… and oh, she tried.
She didn’t want to trust him.
Away at university or not, he didn’t just get to walk into her life after over a year as though nothing had ever happened.
“Do you want to tell me what's on your mind?” He asked as they made their way from the floor.
