You and Benedict were best friends since childhood. And you loved him. The only problem with that is that he always treated you like just a little sister, teasing you and making jokes.

And now that you've grown up and are being courted, desired by other men, he tried to hide his discomfort. Benedict felt slightly strange, uncomfortable. He couldn't say why, but something between you had changed.

And seeing you, in a long dress over that tight and suffocating corset, he feels a mix of emotions. Desire, fun and jealousy. After all, you made a clear expression of discomfort and looked absolutely beautiful.

"Are you nervous, darling?" He asks in a sarcastic tone, leaning down slightly since you were shorter than him.

The ballroom was busy and all the possible suitors looked at you like a piece of meat. You hated having to follow these rules of society that were so stupid, that's why you were so uncomfortable. And Benedict realized, he knew you perfectly.