Morag slipped her arm through Antonin's. 'And so it's into the fray,' she said with a grin as she led him into the club. She'd chosen a simple blue gown for the evening. It was pretty but comfortable. What more could one ask in formal wear?
'I think I want to dance,' she announced. This was the first formal occasion they'd been to since the wedding, and this would be a far easier gown to dance in.
Although she thought it couldn't be better than dancing in a little beach dive in Greece. But it could still be fun...