May 22, 2021
@erstwhille | cont. from here
Julia silently poured her friend a second glass, her lips drawn in to form a thin line and her shoulders stiff to maintain her composure. A raucous fit of laughter on her part would draw the wrong kind of attention toward the two and dear Pippa’s spirits seemed dampened enough.
“Only once, by one of your boys. I told him I’m no dancer, and yet he was still quite offended when I stepped on his feet. ‘Do all German ladies stomp around like wild horses’?” She hooked an arm around the English woman’s elbow and said, her voice low, “Do you actually want to dance with any of these silly men?”