Miles held Daphne close as they glided gracefully across the dancefloor. He'd been struck three times by those wretched cupids, and the first two times he took the opportunity to kiss Daphne, which was certainly no hardship whatsoever.
But the third time, he was ready to hex the thing to pieces, and glared at it. In the end he pledged a donation, watching an emerald jewel counter fall. He hoped Rodolphus could reimburse him for having to make donations, considering he really was here on business.
The reminder of Rodolphus made him glance casually at the clock. Not yet 9.30. He was feeling just a little edgy from the impending mission, but he tried to keep his cool.
Although the next cupid would be toast. He grinned down at Daphne as the dance became a little slower. "I think the whole place knows about us, darling. I saw Cass talking to Pansy." He gave her a wink.