"You play beautifully," Diana commented softly, her eyes darting from you to the piano. She hid her hands behind her back so you wouldn't see her fingers fiddling together — a nervous habit.

She didn't know what else to say, she was more awkward than she'd like to be. You were here her intended yet she knew nothing about you. Except your family was rich and her family was bankrupt. She'd keep that information to herself however. Arranged marriage or not she was determined to get along.