Snippet #1754980

Simon sighed. It would appear that he had made a mistake during this wedding as well. He decided he would at least try to watch his mouth. Especially while his mother was around, he thought while rubbing his head a bit more. He dropped his hand into Aavyn's, wondering about what she was getting at until she mentioned the first dance.

Simon felt as though his little bubble of personal space had been demolished as all eyes turned to the newlyweds. "Oh, um. I'm not much of a dancer, really..." His mother gave him a little shove on the back, and Simon tightened his grip on Aavyn's hand. "Get it done well," she snapped at him before putting on a cheesy grin and began the clapping. The other guests caught on, and began clapping their hands until they were silenced by the start of a classical theme. Simon led her to the center of the yard and turned to face her. "I apologize if this won't be what you pictured," he said. Simon had taken a ballroom dancing class when he was a young boy, but he hadn't practiced in so many years.

Taking her hand in one of his and then placing his hand on the hip of her wedding gown, he took a breath and took steps to the music. Simon took this time to notice the features he hadn't caught on to before. Her small waistline, her shoulders that appeared to be so fragile. Her face was divine, even if he did find it hard to hold eye contact with such a stunning red for the time being. "I also apologize that I haven't mentioned how lovely you look." It wasn't often that Simon complimented someone other than himself, but he meant it. Perhaps it was the shot of alcohol talking.