"Yes, it is," she poked gently at him and then turned toward the statues, lapsing into silence. She didn't want to be there either, but she had to do what she was bid by the will in order to rightfully own the house and everything in it, the vast fortune. She was tired from all of this. Her frown was soft on her face even as the strain of music shifted and dancers filtered throughout the ballroom to various places, some even coming toward the terrace. She put a slight smile on her face and placed her hand over his arm once again. "Thank you, Nate," she murmured even still, just for his understanding. She finally gazed at him, looking as if she wished he would kiss her again but not daring to voice her attraction so boldly when others came outside and started to traverse the walkway.