I Want To Hold Your Hand, 2:24
He slips his hand around hers.
Lizzie smiles up at him in confusion. "Ed? What… what are you doing?"
With that, his stomach drops. "I… wanna hold your hand."
She laughs nervously. "Edwin. We're in public." She frees her hand from his.
"It's Felicia's lodge."
"It's still public!" Lizzie sputters. "Ed, we're stepsiblings. I thought we agreed that this thing was just for fun."
"Since when?"
Her mouth snaps shut. "I thought it was understood."
"That's one thing I didn't understand."
She sighs. "Edwin."
"No. Let me finish. … I feel happy when I hold your hand, Lizzie; I feel happy when I think of us. I don't care about the step-family thing."
"I do."
He pulls his head back, as if to get a better view of her. "Really?"
"Yes." She's lying through her teeth, and Lizzie knows it.
"But—"
"Ed. If it was just the MacDonalds, and the Venturis, like before, then maybe. But, now there's Simon. I can't do that to our brother."
They're both holding back tears as Lizzie stammers an excuse to return to the cabin.
Felicia sighs. This is what she'd been afraid of when her daughter married George. Her granddaughters were wonderful girls, but when paired with the Venturi boys, it was like mother, like daughter.
Is she allowed to tell Nora I told you so?