June wasn’t sure if being lumped in with respectable ladies who slept with someone prior to marriage was a backward compliment or not (nevermind the fact that it was true), so she narrowed her eyes at Beckett as if he was going to answer all of her burning questions. He didn’t, of course. “Respectable.” Juniper echoed with a soft laugh, “Is that what we’re calling it now?” There could be worse terms. “I’ll be sure to add that to my list of accomplishments when I speak to a gentleman; I can play the flute, and oh, Beckett Longbottom told me I’m a respectable lady who would make a fine society wife.”

She met his gaze as he leaned in toward him, lips curling into an amused grin. Beckett gave it as well as he took it, which always made for a fun night. It wasn’t like she had to dance with anyone tonight seeing as the season hadn’t officially started. “There are worse men out there than you.” She mused, watching as he finally stepped away to grab her those sandwiches. June followed him closely, although she let out a more high pitched noise of embarrassment at him actually calling her his betrothed.

She swallowed them with a gulp of wine. “The ones with the cucumber, darling.” Although really, June wasn’t going to be too picky about what he brought back to her. “We can have an entire table dedicated to sandwiches at our wedding.”

A beat. Then she added, deadpan: “How does this spring sound?”

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