Hers was a practiced composure that was comfortable in the distance it afforded her but was quietly contrary to the banter they'd shared. Things shifted awkwardly but instinct told her that it was better than the alternative... even if instinct hadn't really filled her in on exactly what that alternative was.
"And I should get back to my dance card." She added after giving him a moment to suppose the end of his sentence.
"And I should get back to my dance card." She added after giving him a moment to suppose the end of his sentence.
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