Oh no. Vedette's eyes turned to greet Lethe's for one small moment, the princess looked like she was ready to breath fire. She would have been a bronze dragon, then. Vedette found herself losing eye contact and nearly losing her footing as Ithacles dragged her out onto the wood before the Symphony.
All at once he had her hand half up in the air, his other on her waist and all Vedette could do was go along with it. Her hand picked up part of her dress and she followed his movements. Maybe it was all the wine, but she forgot that Lethe was angry with her.
Instead she found that she couldn't stop looking at him and returning his smile.
"I meant Honna." She said, trying to make sense of this.