Clara and John
Clara stepped in front of him, leaned up and gave him a quick kiss on the lips when he returned the compliment. She kept to a simple peck in case any teachers were watching. "It is a dance. We could get to dancing and show off some moves." She suggested, swaying her hips lightly in time with the music. She looked around the room. "It really does!" She agreed. At her old school, they'd have been lucky to fit paper streamers and balloons in with the budget. The work that had gone into the ballroom was amazing. "They went all out on the decor. I'm so glad this is the theme!"
Clara giggled softly at his question. "I don't know." She shrugged and gave a playful grin. "I probably have some Italian ancestry. Maybe that makes it okay."