Day# 1. Holding Hands

Now, Cecilia was never someone who enjoyed showing affection to someone. Let alone, to her own fiancé. Yet, when they were in public, expectations had to be met. Even though they were incredibly annoying and unnecessary.

Wandering around the mostly crowded streets of London, it was possible to get lost and separated - which was more common than anything else. So, to prevent that situation, Elliot gave the suggested that they hold hands just in case. The bluenette, however, wasn't too fond of that idea.

"C'mon, do you want to get lost?" Elliot argued, a firm look of disappointment shown on his face as he held out his hand to the girl.

"I know my way around London. I won't get lost, I have Sebastian here for a reason." Cecilia shot back, crossing her arms over her chest. It wasn't that she didn't want to hold hands,

A pout formed on his lips as he kept edging his hand towards the stubborn girl. "But..Cilia, don't you love me?" Crocodile tears began to leak from pure emeralds as he dropped his hand to his side.

Of course..with people passing by heard their conversation began to whisper about what they heard and saw. Mostly about how cruel and heartless she was to the person she was meant to love. Sighing, the Phantomhive swallowed her pride - not for his sake..of course not! But her own and for every one to just stop talking about the current situation. Sighing, she grabbed hold of the taller's hand and interlocked their fingers.

Feeling the other's hand grasp his own, the tears suddenly vanished and a smile beamed on his lips. "There, that's better, isn't it?" He chimed happily, not even waiting for an answer before he began to tug Cecilia through the crowds, much to the annoyance of the girl since she didn't particularly liked having her arm ripped off..but as long as it made Elliot happy, that's all that really mattered. Right?