She was so obviously embarrassed that it was making him feel embarrassed for her, which was tragic because he had been rather determined not to have any feelings at all tonight. He glanced down at the champagne puddle in hopes that she would get the hint and step out of it. When she didn't he looked at her in a more animated fashion and then back down at the puddle, the silent equivalent of a polite cough. She was still frozen in place. He was going to have to actually do something, or else the footman was going to say ahem, and given her reaction so far he was quite sure she would never recover from that.

"Miss Applegate," he said, and though his tone was soothing enough he couldn't help but grimace as he reached for her arm. He tugged gently guided her out of the puddle and off towards the edge of the ballroom, shooting the servant an apologetic glance as they went. "Perhaps you'd like some air."

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