❛ detta, would you like to be my date to the ball ? ❜ he's only a tinge nervous, the idea of rejection creeping up on him as it would for all human beings, but he won't take it to heart if she refuses. they're too good of friends for that to upset him too much.
THE QUESTION CERTAINLY comes as a surprise, enough so to cause steely blue eyes blink a few times in rapid succession as her head tilts curiously — if not thoughtfully — for a moment as she regards him. she’d had every intent on being a wallflower for the majority of the ball, as she didn’t expect to have an escort of any sort. then again, ferdinand is brave if nothing else, a trait she’s always admired in him. she can feel the corners of her mouth quirking skywards, unable to hide her obvious amusement…well, that paired with the soft tinge of red that rises to her cheeks should make her answer known well enough without her having to speak up.
❝ and to think i had half a mind not to bother attending at all — yet i cannot even dream of refusing you if you intend to be my date for the evening, nandie. ❞ no, she would never say no to him — not now, and likely not ever.
