𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋. / @vasilievna.
it was expected, of course, that a man should dance at such functions as these. lewis despised it, but even he understood the necessity. he had hung back at the sides of the room for as long as he justifiably could, but when the glances and the whispers grew a little too pointed, he begrudgingly relented. turning to the nearest woman with a vague attempt not to look openly bored, he bowed stiffly, offered his hand, and said, “ will you join me for this next dance? ”












