Exhilaration flooded through her as she danced and whirled across the floor, meeting Alvin's gaze then breaking apart. By the time she'd swept him one last curtsey she was brimming with happiness, a laugh of sheer joy escaping her lips "I quite disagree." She told him affecting a haughty tone, "You do yourself a disservice." Her eyes met his alight with merriment, hoping he could see how happy he had made her. It didn't matter if he'd stumbled, if he'd bumbled (none of which he'd done more than any other man on the floor, she noted), but merely that he was here - and that he'd danced with her.

As they headed off the dance floor she found herself opening her fan and trying to cool herself off. She was parched and could sorely use a pause before the next set. Behind them the players were getting up from their seats in search of a break of their own. She could have hugged each and every one of them for giving her a few moments.