“I told you I don't know how to dance Thaddeus,” Elizabeth weakly muttered. “Would it kill you to give me some encouraging words?” She questions him after she'd made another mistake in placing her foot, moving it at the wrong time. The piano, the only sound filling the silence as Nocturne Opening 9 Number 2, originally done by Chopin, played. Minutes pass and all Thaddeus's responses consisted of paraphrased ways to state, “No more mistakes.” And Elizabeth swore if he said anything of the sort again she was going to deliberately kick him in the shins. Nonetheless, his hands wrapped around her waist for the millionth time, and her hands were placed upon his broad shoulders for the hundredth time.
“You know,” Elizabeth states as they began to move their feet again, “I don't like having to rest my hands all the way up here.” Her words go ignored once again. “I-I'm not a very tall woman,” Elizabeth frowns giving way to her genuine insecurity and discomfort of dancing with him, despite the sizeable heels that she was wearing.
“You know,” Elizabeth states as they began to move their feet again, “I don't like having to rest my hands all the way up here.” Her words go ignored once again. “I-I'm not a very tall woman,” Elizabeth frowns giving way to her genuine insecurity and discomfort of dancing with him, despite the sizeable heels that she was wearing.
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