Reprisal

Chapter 12 : What Eyes ?

*the song on which Christopher and Isabel are practicing*

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"Ow!" - Christopher cried out for the 10th time that afternoon as Isabel stepped on his toes. Again.

A week after their completion of wedding shopping, Christopher was stood in Wilder Mansion, in Isabel's room precisely, trying to make her learn basic steps of ballroom dancing for their first dance. The wedding was due by next week, the invitation cards were sent yet she was panicking about not being able to match his moves on the most important day of their lives.

As the office time was over sharp at 6, Christopher headed straight to Wilder Mansion afterwards, like he had been doing the past week for the same cause. It was 9 in the night, they were practicing ever since - sans the supper break he forcefully made her take - but she was not getting the gist of it.

"I am so sorry..." - she apologized for the tenth time. "I knew since childhood that dancing grace isn't in me." - she sighed, giving up.

Isabel tried to take her hand out of his to step back but he gripped tighter. His other hand at her waist also strengthened its hold and pulled her closer. She looked into his eyes and met his soft gaze.

"Knowing ballroom dancing is not a flex, Isabel. I am good at it because I liked this in school, you're not because you weren't interested. Simple. It doesn't and will never decide your grace and elegance."

She looked at him without blinking. Her gaze arrested in eye lock by his deviously pretty eyes.

"Besides, it is not mandatory for couples to perform first dance at their wedding-"

"It's a tradition so indirectly, it is." - she reminded.

His calm posture didn't waver. "Even if it is, we're not bound to follow all the traditions. It's our day and we'll have it the way we want to."

Her heart melted into a puddle of goo. She already loved him with every fiber of her being but he was making her fall more and more for him with each passing day. Something, which she didn't think was possible.

"Now, we're gonna try one last time and if we didn't succeed, we'll just skip the dance. Okay ?" - he gently probed, taking dancing position again.

She was in a daze. His understanding and caring mien taking over her senses. So she slowly nodded her head in agreement.

"Alexa! Play!" - he instructed aloud and the song which they'd been practicing over resumed again.

Moon, a hole of light
Through the big top tent up high
Here before and after me
Shinin' down on me

She didn't know what occurred to Alexa, but the lights of the room dimmed, reducing to a semi-lit atmosphere by the LED glow in the artificial ceiling. Her room windows were naturally closed due to the breeze blowing outside but the curtains weren't drawn. The moon was shining in all its glory and the moonlight was falling directly on them through the glass. Even more prominent in the dimly lit room.

Moon, tell me if I could
Send up my heart to you?

She didn't realize Christopher had started to move her with him. They were dancing and she didn't step on his toes but was unaware of it which made him grin.

"Goodness gracious! You did it!" - he told her ecstatic.

She didn't hear him. Her mind was too far gone to comprehend.

So, when I die, which I must do
Could it shine down here with you?

He twirled her around before they joined hands again and swayed.