Arthur looked at her with a mix of concern and frustration. "I don't trust that man. He's been eyeing you all night, and I won't let him have his way."
Beatrice let out a deep sigh as she followed her brother's lead onto the ballroom floor. Arthur had been acting strange lately, and she couldn't help but wonder if it had something to do with her curse.
The thought of causing trouble for her family made her feel guilty, but she couldn't help the way she was.
As they began to dance, Beatrice looked up to meet Arthur's intense gaze. He suddenly spoke up, his voice carrying a hint of snobbishness. "Don't just go around with some nobleman. They are not worth it, not for the Devonshire family."
Beatrice felt a surge of anger at her brother's words. She knew he had always been protective of her, but his possessiveness was starting to become suffocating. With a purposeful step, she stepped on Arthur's foot, making him flinch in pain.
