Dance Floor: Annabelle & Trent
"You're frustratingly popular," Anna said with a mock long-suffering sigh. "It's hard to imagine why." She looked down as his hands rested against the lower curve of her back and she shook her head a little. "I didn't doubt for a second that it was gonna be packed. Any excuse for a party."
She was moving remarkably well on the high heels and, for the first time in their entire friendship, she and Trent were pretty much the same height, though he still had an inch or so on her.
"And yeah, I love them. When I'm not eating the specific food I'm restricted to and stuff."
As a light moved across them, Anna laughed. "I managed to get dust on your nose."