Eward was frustrated. How on earth was he meant to manage her in this state? He had wanted to spend time with her, be with her ever since that night and now he was in her company he was beginning to want to throttle her. It must have been a talent of hers, as she seemed to entice it more often than not.
"No, I certainly would not wish to ruin her party," he agreed, sipping the wine and holding her gaze; his blues pierced into the browns of her eyes and for a moment he found himself sinking. Taking a sudden breath to stop himself he looked away. "You are well?"