The air was so kind, brushing against her skin like it hadn't done so in a few days since the whole ordeal had begun.
"Are you sure this is alright?" eyes shut, she whispered as though speaking any louder would shatter the peace surrounding them, "With Allegra and the ball tonight…,"
"Positive," he said simply, tightening his arm around her middle, "We do not have to talk about any of that right now,"
Chance continued to gallop around in whichever direction the reins told him to. Among the small hills rounding the horse stables they went.
Leaning back against her husband, Arabella melted in his arms, pushing everything that had to happen that night to the side. All the voices she had to hear, all the faces she had to see as well…
The noises, the lights, the colors… All of it put aside in order to enjoy the few hours that time allowed for a breather.
"You have been preparing for this, haven't you?" she murmured.
