Chapter 133 Huxley

• I take out my phone, pull up Spotify, and press play, and The Beatles’Don’t Let Me Down Begins playing—one of her favorite songs that we danced to on the yacht. Leaving the phone on the seat, I hold out a hand.
• Elizabeth lifts an eyebrow. I flick my fingers toward me. She glances around. A man is walking his red setter on the other side of the fountain, and a couple is just exiting the circle around the fountain, but otherwise it’s quiet. Her lips twitch, and she slides her hand into mine and lets me pull her to her feet.
• I hold her right hand with my left, and slide my right into the dip of her back. She rests her left hand on my shoulder. And slowly, we begin to move to the music.