Wasn't that just the most ironic thing for him to say to her?
All the same, there was nothing but relief and happiness in her expression when she saw his smile brighten, like simply being happy to see him might have brought him a measure of satisfaction.
Marie hadn't been considering throwing a fit -- that would just be poor form and, frankly, if she was going to get worked up she'd save it for when he'd be the sole person to witness it -- or to get sloshed and start spilling things to strangers. It might not have been ideal, but even though she was still working through the actual truth when it came to Jack, she knew him better than anyone in this entire town. If nothing else, there seemed to be little reason for him to lie now, other than placating her.
So, no, indiscretions or not, there was no one in Lethevale she was going to trust more than Jack. Not even his employees.
Though she had taken a liking to a round-faced clown who seemed to be willing to do whatever she asked and put up with her.
Her smile was genuine: this was the sort of thing she'd been excited for. Visiting different places and getting to experience all sorts of different cultures and festivities and ways of life. Her own life had been, in a word, sheltered. And a lively bar with equally lively music and the kind of dancing that wasn't planned but that just happened was one of life's many great mysteries. More that that, it was the way Jack made her feel when he lit up like this. Like anything and everything was possible; like none of her limitations made a damn difference; like the world was open and welcome and just waiting to be explored.
And, though her hands might not have worked properly, her feet did and were a quick study to boot. Of course, it didn't seem like any step was wrong here, as long as she didn't stomp on one of his feet and she followed his lead.
Which was exactly what she did as she let herself melt into his embrace. This was the kind of dancing that could work up a sweat, and that in particular certainly wasn't ladylike. But for the moment, she had forgotten to worry about what her father or her aunt would think and focused on keeping up with him, her laughter only becoming more louder and more sincere as they went, like the entire experience was stunningly new and a true delight.
"I'd think dancing would be more dangerous for you than me, Jack," she said, slightly breathless and having to raise her voice above proper levels just to make sure he could hear her, in response to his comment about not letting anything happen to her. It was said lightly and in jest because, of course, she was wearing the heels and was more likely to have two left feet in this scenario. But she'd missed feeling like he looked at her with nothing but the affection he was showing now. He might have been a liar, completely broke, and a con man, but she couldn't just turn off the feelings she'd developed for him.
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Wasn't that just the most ironic thing for him to say to her?
All the same, there was nothing but relief and happiness in her expression when she saw his smile brighten, like simply being happy to see him might have brought him a measure of satisfaction.
Marie hadn't been considering throwing a fit -- that would just be poor form and, frankly, if she was going to get worked up she'd save it for when he'd be the sole person to witness it -- or to get sloshed and start spilling things to strangers. It might not have been ideal, but even though she was still working through the actual truth when it came to Jack, she knew him better than anyone in this entire town. If nothing else, there seemed to be little reason for him to lie now, other than placating her.
So, no, indiscretions or not, there was no one in Lethevale she was going to trust more than Jack. Not even his employees.
Though she had taken a liking to a round-faced clown who seemed to be willing to do whatever she asked and put up with her.
Her smile was genuine: this was the sort of thing she'd been excited for. Visiting different places and getting to experience all sorts of different cultures and festivities and ways of life. Her own life had been, in a word, sheltered. And a lively bar with equally lively music and the kind of dancing that wasn't planned but that just happened was one of life's many great mysteries. More that that, it was the way Jack made her feel when he lit up like this. Like anything and everything was possible; like none of her limitations made a damn difference; like the world was open and welcome and just waiting to be explored.
And, though her hands might not have worked properly, her feet did and were a quick study to boot. Of course, it didn't seem like any step was wrong here, as long as she didn't stomp on one of his feet and she followed his lead.
Which was exactly what she did as she let herself melt into his embrace. This was the kind of dancing that could work up a sweat, and that in particular certainly wasn't ladylike. But for the moment, she had forgotten to worry about what her father or her aunt would think and focused on keeping up with him, her laughter only becoming more louder and more sincere as they went, like the entire experience was stunningly new and a true delight.
"I'd think dancing would be more dangerous for you than me, Jack," she said, slightly breathless and having to raise her voice above proper levels just to make sure he could hear her, in response to his comment about not letting anything happen to her. It was said lightly and in jest because, of course, she was wearing the heels and was more likely to have two left feet in this scenario. But she'd missed feeling like he looked at her with nothing but the affection he was showing now. He might have been a liar, completely broke, and a con man, but she couldn't just turn off the feelings she'd developed for him.