His reply made her deflate somewhat in disappointment. Perhaps she'd been hoping that each and every ball in Society was decked to the ceiling with glittering opulence. At least that would explain the amount of fun that people seemed to have when she walked past one at the end of the night on her way home.

Perhaps that was a comfort as opposed to a disappointment. If he was right that she wasn't missing much, then perhaps her co-workers exaggerated when they said they'd had so much fun at so-and-so's ball the night before. "What a relief," She laughed, her response in direct contrast to her inner thoughts. "Should I take that to mean you don't plan on being surprised when fireworks start exploding inside and turn into turtledoves, or when the water fountain turns into a shower of champagne?" Really either of those options would be a sight to behold.

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