Stephen cleared his throat again to stop himself from confessing that the reason it was moving so fast was almost entirely his fault. Careless actions and emotions that couldn't be controlled had gotten them both into this mess. Then again, he knew his father intended to find a wife for him since he was about eight years old. Someone who wouldn't just be after his money, who would be from an adequate family, someone who would keep the honour of the Cornfoot name alive.
Daphne was that girl.
Instead he offered her a sympathetic smile. Right now, they were as nervous as each other. This wasn't just a blind date, it was a blind wedding! "Well, that's the first thing we have in common," He offered, "But I promise you have nothing to be worried about. I'm not.. I won't... Oh--" He shook his head, "This isn't going very well. I think we should start again. Daphne, tell me about yourself. What, er, NEWTs were you doing at school?"