"Havina?"
Hearing Artie say that name woke Selvig up and turned in the direction where Artie was looking at. Havina indeed walked out from the corner, and a flat smile was on her lips. She took a look at the dress Artie was wearing before huffing. "It suits you well. Even Selvig is getting dazzled."
Selvig twitched and approached her. He even gently took her hand into both of his and offered a smile. "Havina, it's not too late to join. Come with me. Let's dance. You like to dance, right?"
However, the wife only slipped her hand away from Selvig's hold. She then continued walking back to her room. This had been her routine for a while now. The fact that her face was beginning to change from her behavior bothered Selvig. The ethereal beauty blessed upon Havina was being slurped away by her depression.
