Addie couldn't help but notice the genuine smile that graced Seneca's lips, and it sent a thrill through her. She was used to wearing masks, both literal and figurative, and she enjoyed seeing people drop theirs. It was almost exhilarating to see Seneca's guard come down, if only for a moment, in the midst of this grand ballroom affair.

"Delighted, Miss Lestrange," Addie replied, her voice a smooth melody that matched the enchanting atmosphere of the ballroom. Accepting Seneca's hand with a gentle touch, she led the way to the dance floor with an air of refined grace. As the music began to weave its spell, Addie moved with fluid elegance. She knew how to draw people in, how to make them feel seen and valued, and she applied those skills with effortless finesse. She was looking to draw attention to get herself noticed by them, and a girlish, dance with the Lestrange lady of the evening was certainly a way to do that.

"I must say, you possess a rare charm, Miss Lestrange," she remarked, her gaze locked on Seneca's eyes, "There's an air of mystery about you that sets you apart from the rest of the ton. Certainly more so than most other debutantes, it's quite refreshing." She chose her words carefully. As they danced, Addie allowed the music to guide their movements, and she found herself lost in the enchanting rhythm and found herself taking the 'lead' -the male position. In the periphery of her mind, she continued to keep a watchful eye on her true objectives still at the forefront of her thoughts.