tinuviel-undomiel prompted: The Wedding Planner, the scene where she finds out he’d engaged and they have to dance together.
"You don't have to," Rumford Gold tried. Gosh, this was awkward. The mosic was already playing and everybody else had started to dance. He had been a fool to believe he could escape his past like this. He had been a fool to believe he could have this one untainted day of innocence.
"I insist," she said. "I'm nothing if not a professional and as a professional Wedding planner it's my duty todance with you." Belle just took his hands and placed one on her waist and held on to the other.
Rum swallowed. "Cora is a strong woman," he said. They were still just standing around on the dance floor."
"She is." Belle looked over his shoulder. "Can you actually move or would that be too much on your ankle?"
Fine, so she didn't want to play nice. Great, he was just as comfortable with being passive agressive. He pressed his lips together and moved them around at the next beat. Three more steps and he twirled her around. When she landed back in his arms, her eyes were widened.
"So your damaged ankle was just another lie?" she hissed.
"I didn't lie to you. Not once." And his ankle hurt, but she was doing most of the work and he could manage twirling her around without putting too much weight on his ankle. He spun her around again.
"You didn't mention your fiancé with one word, that's lying by ommission."
"Excuse me for not discussing my private life with everybody!"
"You told me about Bae. You should've told me that you intend to marry," Belle pressed between thin lips.
