August was typically found on the dance floor at social gatherings, but rarely was it by choice.
His parents had, since he’d first been allowed to begin attending events, insisted that he accompany every seated young lady out to the floor. It had become a behavior so engrained in him that up until that very moment that evening, he’d been doing just that. Even without parental supervision.
They would be so proud.
In all actuality, dancing with a mix of strangers and old acquaintances had been a means of keeping him away from any number of Gothel children, a repeat of the seating chart for dinner absolutely not needing to come about that same night. But he’d also preferred to think that it was simply the gentlemanly thing to do.
What wasn’t so gentlemanly was not having made sure to offer a dance to his closest friend first.
They had been seated at a diagonal for dinner, and August had meant to remark that she looked lovely that evening, but the words had escaped him the second he realized the identity of the person to his immediate left.
Then the dinner had ended, he’d spotted an acquaintance from travel, and he’d let half of the night get away from him before he’d finally been able to track down the blonde. Now that he had her, however, he was prepared to offer his usual dance... in return for a little commiseration.
“Has this been the longest evening of your life or is it just me?”
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