*Esmerelda's got a number of confused emotions running through her head, and Dearborn isn't helping. On the one hand, she is sulking and angry that some last-minute piece of providence didn't come through and rescue her family from this disaster. On the other, it is a very good wedding, and many have said so, and she's puffed so awfully full of pride on that account that it's making it difficult to sulk. And then there's Dearborn--handsome, ridiculous, hilarious Dearborn leaving a trail of bewildered and delighted people in his wake. Still, she must try to appear as if she's not enjoying herself, if only to make Evan miserable.*
Don't tell me you want me to dance, Dearborn, you know how I hate waltzes.
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Date: 2011-07-08 08:31 pm (UTC)Don't tell me you want me to dance, Dearborn, you know how I hate waltzes.