[Matilda doesn’t know what she’s feeling right now, awkwardly holding the chair midway in the air, almost nearly completely knocking her off balance. Her poor little knees are literally shaking, and her high heeled boots are fashionable, but hardly good for her balance. Like, on one hand? Totally relieved, because she thought he was super dead. She’s also feeling extremely terrified, because she is a puny heiress, and this dude is something else completely. And then the rest of her? Embarrassment, as she realizes she’s likely been tricked. When she speaks, she’s breathless and flustered, her cheeks scarlet]
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Y-you told me to!