Elaine looked up at John with a loving smile. "Ignore them," she whispered. "I think you look dashing." And he really did. They must have looked a strange pair: her a petite figure in a giant ballgown, even with tall heels, and him tall and handsome, having to lean down a little to her so they could link arms.
"Come on. Lets get a drink to start with and then go dance," she said, leading John into the crowd.