CATNIP KARTH. (stoutheart) wrote in emillion, |
Whoever had taught her brother to dance, Cressida wanted to talk to them. (Surely it hadn't been either of their parents; she'd never seem them dance before.) Not that he was a bad dancer— just a lively one. Even if the music didn't call for it, he spun her, twirled her, got her laughing before she even knew what was happening. It wasn't helping that she was stepping on him from time to time, but he didn't appear to mind.
He abandoned her at the edge of the dance floor and bowed, prompting a curtsy from her, and shuffled off to find the men's room, leaving her alone and breathless. After grabbing a glass of champagne from a waiter, she drew the glass up to her lips for a sip and paused, spotting someone familiar.
Smiling, she waved to Merri.