John had showed up.
Matilda stared up at her husband with a gaping expression, eyes wide in shock and glee and confusion and just completely startled to see him. Startled in a ridiculously good way, but startled nonetheless, and she dropped any sort of conversation she had with Caradoc and took John's hand, making a mental note to send Caradoc...something, something nice for escorting her. He could probably find someone to mentally torture in the meantime, to keep himself occupied.
Actually--it didn't matter what Caradoc ended up doing, John was here.
"No, no, of course not," she said breathlessly, using her other hand to help push herself up and out of the seat. Matilda was sure she was flushed from the shock and hoped her makeup still looked all right and, and! Oh, he was getting her worked up so quickly and he hadn't even said anything, but he was here and it was lovely and so nice and---
Matilda pursed her lips into a tight smile once more to keep the tears back and her free hand went to his collar to focus on that for the moment, muttering, "You don't have any ruffles."
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