I thought I knew what it was to be someone's bitch. (Tori, I'm looking at you.) However, I was wrong. I'm 100% Emily's. We started off dancing before the first ballroom (huzzah for getting in early) and I intended to follow her for the first loop but I got pulled into Banquo, who I've never followed, following my "no one performs for no one" rule. Fast forward to beginning of loop 3, I run into her on the High Street and she gives me the "Oh finally, you're back" look. Then for the rest of the loop, every touch, every look, every interaction was for me. I tried to step forward in the ballroom so someone else could have the dance; she slide over to me and walked her fingers up my neck. I stood at the back of the crowd for the 1:1, she took me anyways. After the final banquet she parted the crowd to get to me. I've never seen anything like it and it was amazing. Thanks ever so much for making the night special. In the stories of hotel weirdness category, we walked in to the Speakeasy and as I went to the pillar to sit a very small envelope labeled "patient no." with cut and folded paper inside fell from the ceiling and landed directly in my cleavage. I can only assume it's been stuck somewhere and fell through the floorboards from 5 as it's pretty scratched. While I'd never take a prop, Emily gave me a shrug and nod as if to say "the hotel gives things too, keep it." I'll consider it a gift from the McKittrick for making it to #10
