Felicity and Gil
Ah, and there was Gil. A small glimpse of him there as the glamour faded. Did he realize this or not? They were maintaining eye contact. She squinted at hi mas he pointed out how she felt about Gil. Gil and her never really got on, but it was more Gil than her.
"I care because . . . " she paused. It was hard to keep up with charade of knowing it was actually Gil she was dancing with and not confess much. She glanced away, "You should know why I care. Besides, Gil makes it easy for me to dislike him since he made it very clear over the years he dislikes me." Felicity was a snob in many ways but she was less likely to be a snob to another elf unless given reason to. Sometimes it was bad breeding and other times, it was returning a feeling he made clear.
"I've accepted that he'll never like me though," she said, now that she had Gil, she could make it clear she understood. And the song began its final chorus.