Darcy was a good dancer and she knew it, after countless dancing lessons as both a child and teenager. She had found her partner for the night and was actually having a good time, the two spinning, twirling and making the most of the dance. As the song finished, she grabbed a glass of champagne, downing it within seconds. She caught someone’s eyes on her and raised her eyebrows, “What? Dancing is tough work.”
“Oh it’s just I didn’t expect anyone to dance this professional at the ball. It looked awesome.”















