"My husband is my pride and joy. Even if you make a mistake, it won't change how I feel about you."
After hearing Primrose's gentle encouragement, Edmund no longer feared embarrassing her. Somehow, her words eased his heart, and his nerves slowly settled.
He took Primrose's hand and placed his other hand behind her back. [But what if I forget the steps?] Edmund suddenly grew nervous again when they began to move across the ballroom together with the other rulers.
"Then I'll guide you," Primrose said softly, smiling at him. "Don't look around. Just look at me."
Edmund did exactly as she said. He fixed his eyes on Primrose's face, gazing at her with such focus, as if the world around them had faded away. He noticed every detail of her appearance; her eyes, her lips, the way the light touched her hair.
[The tiara… do you like it?] Edmund asked in his mind.
Primrose nodded. "I do," she whispered. "The tiara is really beautiful."
