Society weddings were a far cry from William's favorite types of events. The celebration of a singular couple for hours on end easily grew tiresome, especially when he neither personally knew or cared for the pair. However, making an appearance was a necessary evil in maintaining the Abbott's social circles. Martha Abbott would curse her son into oblivion if his actions would be the ones to ruin the family name.
After so many years apart, avoiding her came as easily to him as flying. She was the sole beauty of every event he attended, and yet Will still managed to keep his distance. Never once asking for a dance, or offering to fetch her a drink. Hell, he'd even watched Julius dance with her a few months back, admittedly silently fuming at the thought of another man's hands on her.
It wasn't his place to hold such judgements, though. Diana had asked for her space. She ended their easy flirtation with grace. The only option left for Will was to accept it and move on.
Except, tonight she looked like a bloody angel. Tonight, their eyes had met across the room ten times before he thought it possible to approach her. Tonight, Will could no longer maintain the facade of distance.
He hadn't anticipated her turn, and nearly toppled her over as a result. Fuck. Not a great start to what he hoped would be a pleasant conversation. "My apologies, Ms. Fawley. Are you alright?" He asked quickly, steadying her with one hand.
After so many years apart, avoiding her came as easily to him as flying. She was the sole beauty of every event he attended, and yet Will still managed to keep his distance. Never once asking for a dance, or offering to fetch her a drink. Hell, he'd even watched Julius dance with her a few months back, admittedly silently fuming at the thought of another man's hands on her.
It wasn't his place to hold such judgements, though. Diana had asked for her space. She ended their easy flirtation with grace. The only option left for Will was to accept it and move on.
Except, tonight she looked like a bloody angel. Tonight, their eyes had met across the room ten times before he thought it possible to approach her. Tonight, Will could no longer maintain the facade of distance.
He hadn't anticipated her turn, and nearly toppled her over as a result. Fuck. Not a great start to what he hoped would be a pleasant conversation. "My apologies, Ms. Fawley. Are you alright?" He asked quickly, steadying her with one hand.