Chapter 42: The Lady is Weak (2)

What was he saying? She wasn't good at dancing, and if he kept this up, she would be worse.

Yet she was suddenly aware that her movements were smooth rather than jerky. Her eyes widened in surprise.

Ernest smiled as he drew her closer and kissed her forehead,

'I'm sure you think you aren't good at dancing because you're so nervous.'

'Ernest…'

'Although, I thought your quiet desperation about dancing was rather alluring.'

Ernest said things that did not seem to fit his appearance. His words made Amber blush but her heart was filled with warmth. It was damning for a lady not to know how to dance, but Ernest's words did not contain any mockery.

He twirled her around laughing like a little boy.

His happy expression was very cute, it made her smile broadly.

Thank you, Ernest…

As he turned her, her golden dress flowed out in a beautiful arc. Her beautifully styled hair fanned out gorgeously.

Ernest pulled her back to him and whispered with a hint of smugness, 'You look beautiful in that dress. Was my guess correct?'

On the day she delivered the lace to Mrs. Macy, she was made to try on a dress in place of another woman.

But today she realized that beautiful dress was for her.

Ernest had told her she did not need to choose a dress for the monthly royal ball, but he had not known the existence of that dress. So when she opened the box from Mrs. Macy shop, her jaw dropped.

She realized that Mrs. Macy made her try on the dress because it was for her. She had been so splendidly deceived, but she seeing the dress filled her with joyous surprise. It was the first time a man other than her father had given her a dress. And he had not chosen a pastel-colored dress, disregarding that they weren't married yet. He was willing to be premature because he wanted to marry her.

Around her neck was a necklace of diamonds with high clarity, they looked like Ernest dazzling silver hair sprinkled like the stars of in a clear night sky. (Zuben: So she's wearing him. There seems to be a lot of that going around)

Thank you, Ernest...

Thanks to him, Amber looked polished and beautiful. The men who had previously ridiculed her because of their fascination with Leticia, they could not say anything.

Amber felt more comfortable in the crowd around her, she unconsciously smiled at Ernest.

'Not good.' Ernest said with a heated look in his eyes.

'Ernest…'

'You look so cute, I might stain my trousers.'

Amber narrowed her eyes at him; now that she knew him better, she was well aware of what he meant. Why did he have to say that in such a crowded place?

Just then, she felt someone's gaze on her. She turned to find a man staring: Was that Damian?

He was staring at Amber.

Although he should be staring after Leticia, he was looking stunned at Amber dancing with Ernest.

Then again, maybe it was all in her head. There was no reason for Damian to stare at her so. Despite that, his line of sight was still to her. Amber tilted her head in puzzlement.

Ernest suddenly tightened his embrace.

She looked up at him, 'Ernest?'

'Look at me only, Amber.'

'Eh?'

'Don't look at that foolish man who could not see that you are the highest grade fish.'

She wondered if she should be joyful or shocked about being called the highest grade fish (Zuben: You can be sliced up like sushi). But who was he referring to? She and Ernest only met at the ball last month, Ernest should not know about Amber' past.

Surely, Ernest was only jealous because of the love potion. His false love made him jealous that Amber was staring at another man. Despite this, his words tickled a corner of her heart.

It made her feel as though he knew about her and Damian.

Ernest leaned down and dropped a quick kiss on her lips, 'Don't think of that man any longer, it is impossible for you to be happy with any other man than I.'

His golden eyes were molten with sensual heat so hot she felt like she was going to burn from his gaze.

What was he saying? (Zuben: Despite the vibrating eardrums, I don't think Amber listens to Ernest)

For the first time, Amber was somewhat suspicious of the love potion she had used. While she did not doubt that it was still effective, she wasn't sure about what it did to the receiver.

She wondered if this was separate to the effect of the love potion. Amber' foolish heart could not help but hope so.

Despite the dark shadows encroaching Amber' heart, they danced till the waltz ended and then they headed to the refreshments table. Ernest handed her a glass of wine and she took a sip. The wine had a refreshing bittersweet taste with undertones of lemon. She placed the glass down on the table and sighed. Just then, her sister's sweet honey-like voice that made Amber feel like her throat hurt beat Amber' eardrums (Zuben: Drink!)

'

Amber, we haven't seen in ages. I wanted to see you!'

'Elder sister…' Amber replied stiffly (Zuben: I didn't want to see you)

Leticia walked up to them on the arm of her husband with a happy smile on her face.