Straightforward Girl

Emma's heart was pounding so loudly she was sure Leon could hear it. She froze in his arms while her face heated up as his steady grip kept her pressed against him.

"Trip over the smallest things?" His voice was soft but laced with teasing.

"It's the gown's fault!" she mumbled, glaring down at the voluminous fabric. If the dress had feelings, it would probably protest being blamed for something so absurd. Still, with its intricate beading and endless layers, it looked guilty enough to take the fall for her embarrassment.

"Oh, of course. Bad gown," Leon replied, playfully narrowing his eyes at the gown while keeping his arm firmly wrapped around her waist. He looked down at her with warmth in his gaze before he suddenly chuckled, "But Mrs. Gray, why did you sleep with the gown?"

"I told you, I fell asleep. I thought you wouldn't take long," she pouted, trying to push herself up.