it's okay! i am the slowest!!
Arabella wasn’t the sort of woman that lost her composure in the presence of handsome men. She never stuttered or was rendered speechless, at a loss for what to say or do while an attractive man was talking or flirting with her. But as Darius moved in to help her with the necklace, it was hard not to become distracted by the very short (and charged) distance between them. When he gestured to the mirror, she was tempted to remain rooted to the spot. He was so handsome. But she didn’t; Arabella smiled and moved closer to the mirror, already tossing back some of her hair.
“Well, I know I like it,” she replied, her eyes fixed on her reflection. She wasn’t an especially vain woman, but she did like to preen in front of a mirror every now and then. But she was in public, not to mention in front of a complete stranger, so the preening was kept at a minimum. She switched positions a few times, to get a better look at the pendant from different angles.
Arabella was grinning when she turned to face him, gesturing toward the pendant (and her chest) with a little flourish. “But what do you think?”