Benevolence laughed openly, a rare thing for her and covered her mouth at his rather adorable and flattering comment about grapes. She smiled up at from beneath her lashes. 'Mister Crouch, your flattery is proving to be very effective.' she laughed.

'Then can I be bold enough to ask that you pick me for the next dance?' she beamed, she had assumed they would dance at least once this evening but the jubilant feeling in her stomach from his comments and attention was making her feel bold - like a flower opening up to the sun.

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