Dance with Me | Edward & Eleanor
He’d asked Charlotte Villiers to dance with him: an offer she had flatly refused.
Edward couldn’t say that he blamed her. Despite that and despite having asked her on an impulse, he would be lying if he said the rejection hadn’t stung. But Edward prided himself on being able to say one thing and mean another. She may have wounded him, but he would be damned if anyone should suspect that she had. So he laughed off her dissmall as though it meant nothing at all.
His countenance as jolly as ever, he approached Eleanor. She’d been standing alone, watching the others dance, looking as in need of a partner as he was. “It seems I cannot find a dancing partner for all the world,” He teased,“But you will dance with me, won’t you?” He asked, eyes sparking as he extended his hand out to her.
