That very last word, said on the lilt of a question, sent a bright effervescene straight through her. This is what Ted meant, a quiet, quiet voice said in the back of her mind in response to the sensation. She'd arrived at the opera both formal and quiet on the arm of a very suave vampire - with all the mein of a woman named 'Honour.' But here, bearing a smile that looked like Christmas, she seemed more herself. She seemed more like Beauty.
She didn't manage to find the words to say to accept Errol's offer. Even a simple 'yes!' was too far away for her to reach it. At that very moment, a staff member with his silver tray walked by with half-finished glasses of various beverages. Beauty set her champagne flute on his tray as he passed, then gave her hand to Errol.