Donovan was not someone who particularly enjoyed dancing, but was good at it nonetheless thanks to countless amounts of forced lessons while growing up. Both he and Augustus were forced to learn how to behave properly at formal social events, and knowing how to not step on someone’s toes fell into that category. He did, however, enjoy swaying to the beat of the music with his wife, his hands resting on her waist as they moved amongst the other guests who had attended the wedding. Admittedly he had been a little wary about showing up, because of the company he would be in while he was there, but he was also determined to be the bigger person, and show them all that he and Danielle were never going to be torn apart.
He had taken a moment to look away from her, directing his attention towards the live band that was playing the low tempo song they were moving to, and in that moment Danielle had apparently decided to do some self evaluating. The question brought his attention back to her, brows furrowing as he tried to determine whether or not he had heard her correctly. Danielle wasn’t one of those girls who asked questions like that on a regular basis, needing to hear back positive replies just to boost their self-esteem, so when she asked him if she looked fat, he had to wonder what was going through her mind to make her ask such a question.
When he saw the waterworks beginning to get turned on behind her eyes, he fought back a smirk (he wasn’t trying to laugh at her, but she was getting so worked up over nothing) before pulling her in closer to him, adjusting his hold on her as he shook his head. “I think you look amazing.”
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