Eliza felt awful as she heard him be so sweet to her. Of course he was not trying to force her with anything, he simply just was not the type. Still, she would have been lying if she didn’t admit she felt a little nervous and unsure of herself, especially with them being forced to kiss to appease Whistledown rather than it being for themselves.
“I feel no pressure, dear Edmund” she attempted to reassure him, “I simply want our first kiss to be a sweet thing. Not to be forced because of some woman who clearly has too much time. Why don’t we simply enjoy some breakfast and see where the morning might take us?”