She felt much better when he said he'd be open to those conversations. She'd never lived with a significant other before, but the practical side her - her father's doing, surely - had come roaring to life at the thought.
She nodded. "We will then, I promise," she didn't want him to worry that she didn't want to take the next step with him. She did, she really, really did. But there also needed to be a lot that happened between then and now first.
When he changed the subject, she beamed at him, "You want to see my space?" That was so cute, she thought she might die at how cute it was. She nodded again, though, "Let's go, then," and she took his hand securely and tugged him out of the ballroom and up the 'grand' staircase toward the overnight rooms.
The first door on the second floor would serve as their office, a shared space for all administration of the estate. And then the second door would be her studio space, with its vaulted ceiling and lovely floor to ceiling windows - which would have plush, full curtains she could close for fittings, of course. She sighed as they entered, already feeling like she would feel at home here. The construction in here was barely a quarter done, but she had brought a beat up sofa from her old flat a few weeks ago, a place for her to work while the construction was going on. She hadn't been doing any sewing, of course, not here, but she came here to design and meet with the vendors and discuss plans with the Construction Foreman. "It's not much yet," she said with a little laugh, "but it'll be perfect. It's already my favorite space here."