![]() “So let them notice,” I said, though in truth I was too exhausted to really argue. “You know that’s not what I meant,” Charles said. Amelda Wentworth, an older woman with a round, waxy face, stared quizzically as we passed her table. Is this better?” I raised my chin, widening my eyes as I smiled directly at him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize my unhappiness was bothering you. “At least smile,” Charles whispered into my neck as we took another turn around the floor. “Merry merry merry merry Christmas,” they sang, their mouths moving in unison, “merry merry merry merry. The choir stood at the back of the domed hall, trilling out the first holiday songs of the year. I kept my eyes over his shoulder, steeling myself against his short breaths. CHARLES RESTED HIS HAND FIRMLY ON MY BACK AS WE SPUN once, then again around the conservatory, the guests watching. ![]()
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