Sometimes---not a lot of the time, but sometimes she hated how her mind immediately jumped from one idea to the next so quickly. Worrying? What did he think she was worrying about? Juliet? No, she'd shown no concern about that at all, why would he think she was worried about whether or not his sister was engaged? That didn't make sense. What she really was worrying about, he would have no idea, unless Caradoc had suddenly become insanely in tune with her emotions and feelings and actually thought past---
--thought, had he--
Nooo. No, right?
He didn't look too proud of himself, or at least, he wasn't happy. Relax, stop worrying; he wouldn't be telling her to ignore his silly reaction toward Juliet's supposed secret. Emmeline's lips tightened greatly, knowing that Caradoc had joked (or at least she thought) about reading her mind more than once, but he hadn't, right? He wouldn't?
Well, no, he would, but--
Fighting against a rather loud voice saying to trust him, Emmeline let her foul mood get the best of her and she dropped her hands from around his neck, stiff and stoic in the sea of dancing bodies. "Beautiful, Caradoc, really. Can you see what I'm thinking now?"
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