While Valencia was pleased to hear her admirer wouldn't be dashing off to the next country at a moment's notice, his answer didn't provide any context for why he was here. Business? Pleasure? She had a host of questions to ask — when had he first noticed her? Why not approach? Why Spain over any of the other European countries? — but then he was touching her shoulder and Valencia instantly decided to save her questions for the next letter.
The gold medallion hosted a delicately designed rose in its center that was seemingly protected by equally delicate metalwork that culminated in diamonds on its outermost ring. Generally, Valencia chose to wear it as a necklace as her grandmother instructed it to be worn before her passing. However, tonight the neckline of her dress hadn't allowed the long chain to sit right on her chest, and since she never left the house without it somewhere on her person, she'd chosen to pin it instead.
"Thank you," she said, shifting slightly so his hand would fall back down. As much as she enjoyed the featherlight touch, if Ignacio saw it ... the sight wouldn't be pretty. "It has been in my family for generations. My grandmother's and her grandmother's before her." She then explained before realizing her quick words (though repeated) might've been too quick. Thankfully, though, the music appeared to be dying down on the floor. She flashed a small, embarrassed smile, and asked,"Shall we?"
The gold medallion hosted a delicately designed rose in its center that was seemingly protected by equally delicate metalwork that culminated in diamonds on its outermost ring. Generally, Valencia chose to wear it as a necklace as her grandmother instructed it to be worn before her passing. However, tonight the neckline of her dress hadn't allowed the long chain to sit right on her chest, and since she never left the house without it somewhere on her person, she'd chosen to pin it instead.
"Thank you," she said, shifting slightly so his hand would fall back down. As much as she enjoyed the featherlight touch, if Ignacio saw it ... the sight wouldn't be pretty. "It has been in my family for generations. My grandmother's and her grandmother's before her." She then explained before realizing her quick words (though repeated) might've been too quick. Thankfully, though, the music appeared to be dying down on the floor. She flashed a small, embarrassed smile, and asked,"Shall we?"