Phoebe
Phoebe could see that something or things were weighing on him. It was in his stance, his eyes, his voice. Oooh boy this may be a more difficult conversation than she had anticipated. Maybe best to address the elephant in the room first? Clear the air of whatever bothered him so deeply, then make her request?
"It's not formal." she said, leaning back in her chair casually to prove her point. To his question she nodded. "I did with very little fanfare. Just how I like it." she said. Hence why she hadn't put it into her letter. She didn't want a congratulatory gift. His presence and approval was enough.
"Before we go any further though...what's wrong?" she asked, a look of concern on her face. She was reminded of the night he had been drunk and broken the table. Only this time he was sober - which was for the best.
Definitely glad she ordered water and not something stronger.
"It's not formal." she said, leaning back in her chair casually to prove her point. To his question she nodded. "I did with very little fanfare. Just how I like it." she said. Hence why she hadn't put it into her letter. She didn't want a congratulatory gift. His presence and approval was enough.
"Before we go any further though...what's wrong?" she asked, a look of concern on her face. She was reminded of the night he had been drunk and broken the table. Only this time he was sober - which was for the best.
Definitely glad she ordered water and not something stronger.
The Honeysuckle Princess
