Estelle's shoulders lifted slightly, then settled as she straightened in her chair, and a small smile found its way to her lips. "Having a husband like Roman," she began smoothly, "is a feeling I can't quite put into words."
She kept her eyes on the screen, on the flood of reactions, on anything but him. "To the world, he's nothing but a beast on ice," she continued, her tone warming just enough to feel real, "but to me he's the one person who sees me in a way no one else does." Her fingers tightened slightly in her lap. "And that's something I wouldn't trade for anything."
She didn't look at him, she couldn't. Because she wasn't entirely sure anymore where the act ended or where something else might be beginning. Her smile shifted, growing a touch brighter, a spark of boldness slipping through.
