You Never Told Me Yes

What if he's not coming? He never told me he definitely would. I might walk every inch of this room all night waiting, only for him never to show up.

Celia couldn't stop pacing around anxiously.

She'd left only two candles lit in her bedchamber, just enough for her to see the furniture and stop her from crashing into anything.

She took a shuddering breath and sat down on the bed, trying to still herself. It only worked for a minute at the most before she sprang to her feet and started stalking all around the bedchamber again.

For as long as she could remember, Celia had always been a frantic pacer.

She knew it wasn't an especially charming habit. Her own mother had lamented countless times that when worried or upset, Celia was likely to wear through the soles of her silk slippers. As she grew older, her sibling had also noticed and started teasing her about her peculiar habit. The only person that it didn't seem to unnerve was her father.