“You know, you could at least pretend to be upset.” Giannis nodded.
“Oh no, my love. How shall I ever live without seeing you every night of the year? It will be devastating, even though we will still see each other because of our duties. Still… I think my heart will escape this lonely body and search for you,” he stated with little conviction.
He tilted his head and looked as if he was talking to Marguerite. Anastasia tried to control herself, but a small smile escaped. Giannis’ faces became more natural and he stepped forward, taking Anastasia’s hands.
“I do enjoy our dances, but it’s meant to be a time of celebration and joy. If it makes you feel uncomfortable in anyway, then it isn’t a true chará choroú. I’m sure your sisters will understand. And if you ever do change your mind, it would be the best chará choroú since the anástasi tis elpídas.”