It was the horrible pause that stretched out when both parties knew there was simply too much history between them. Of course, it was accompanied by the horrific sinking and empty feeling in her stomach.

The stiff bow seemed to be the proverbial nail in the coffin. Guilt over how she'd just treated him came over her and it was all she could do to keep her posture straight and her eyes devoid of emotion. Keeping the pleasant smile on her face took all the recalling of debutante training she had. "Thank you Mr. Abott, good evening to you as well." she said quietly before turning on her heel and making her way to the powder room.

Out. She had to get out of this ballroom.