her feet in order to keep her eyes on the mirror.
“Ouch, Andromeda! I’m keeping pace with the music. No need to draw blood.”
“Andrew, look,” said Andromeda, her voice a harsh, frightened whisper.
Felicity held her hands out in front of her as if they were resting on someone’s shoulders, but she was dancing by herself. Andromeda and Andrew turned their heads from the reflection in unison and found Felicity in the crowd. She was dancing with the tall, pale man whom Andromeda had seen ask for her hand. Felicity looked into his eyes with a dazed, slack-jawed expression.
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