I interrupt his conversation with another maiden. Immediately I regret it. There goes my chances at making a good first impression. Should I give up speaking to him and just hope it goes well in three years when he rescues me? Maybe I should-
“Hello, my dearest Bianca.” He says smoothly. I hesitate at the sound of my real name. Usually I’m either Stop Slouching! or Be More Ladylike!.
“Yes, that’s me. You’re Denver, right?”
“Of course, my dear.