"You? How are you here?" She asked him, more specifically this time around.
"Oh come on darling. Say you did not also miss me. Well, if you must know I came also on invitation as with you. Hence, you can see me here."
Giselle flapped her eyelids at him. Not as an act of seducing him but to signify her worry. What was she supposed to do to make him leave her and fast? At least before Zeke got here?
Whilst she maintained her thoughts solo, Rochester began to grow uncomfortable from standing as though he had nothing meaningful to do with his time.
Stretching forth his hand, he muttered; "May I?"
Even though Giselle understood what he meant by that move, she stayed her hands in their place.
"What do you expect from me by pulling your hand out like that?"
"Darling.. Will you really attempt to embarrass me in public like this?"
