There was solemness in Ian's words which had Elise wanting to ask him, to draw out the reason behind his words, but she knew he was still trying to hold the story from her. This was his bad habit, she thought but Ian had done it perfectly well by making her curious. And somewhere she doubt after pulling out one answer she would have the answer to all mystery shrouding around him.
Ian was no less than a rabbit hole, and Elise felt like Alice from the Wonderland, who fell to the hole after following the white rabbit to taste the mystery around him.
"You are not going to tell me the reason now, will you?" she asked to evoke a chuckle from him.
"You know me," he whispered, pulling her hands he reached out to his box, "Let's not waste time. I know ladies often took time in dolling themselves, although I doubt you would need much time as you are beautiful enough to blind my eyes."
