Cissy, as a person, was nothing of the sort. And she could remember that. She could remember being vain and outgoing and just entirely too full of herself. But she couldn't seem to feel that way now. Maybe something had happened during the course of the last five years to change her. That was all that she could really think of to explain the difference between her now and her five years ago.
Her eyes grew wide as he knelt before her and took her hand and kissed her knuckles. A deep flush overtook her cheeks, the mere sound of his voice, so smooth and rich, sending chills up her spine in a way that was completely and utterly unexpected. She couldn't say anything in response to any of what he said, at least not for a moment, and when she finally remembered how to speak, it certainly wasn't anything brilliant.
"I didn't know that." And she paused for a moment before she added, "I'm half Italian." She wasn't really sure how that correlated with the mention of the Latin meaning at all. "The other half is Danish." That had even less to do with anything, but she couldn't seem to think of anything else to say.