Second Floor; Dance Floor
She bumped into people as she went, weaving in and out without a care for her bare feet or the state of her wings. She glanced back at him twice on the stairs, only to ensure he was following, and then she was looking forward again and willing her feet to move faster.
She found the landing, and she whipped around the corner in a flurry of white and red. It was darker on the second floor, and beneath her she could see the people below, which was unexpected. The dance floor was crowded, though, and it was easy to become lost in the crowd. She didn't have much freedom, no time left to be young and carefree, even if death waited around the corner if she was caught.
She couldn't see him, but she suspected he would come. Because he was a messenger and a man, and those always found her, even when she didn't want them to.