Sophia didn't even try to disguise her delight over the confusion her little scheme caused. The stitch in his eyebrows showed that he was working through it, and she laughed heartily once he reached his conclusion. "Ah, I shall inform the company owner of your constructive criticism. We may need to fire the whole lot." 

Hand still over her mouth as her tittering subsided, the woman shook her head. "I am sure you understand, a dancer's time is her most precious resource, and I simply must protect it." That was Sophia-speak for an apology. "Though I am pleased to hear that you saw our revival of Giselle ou willis after all. This production is very near and dear to me."  

Few realized that dancers were a cunning and tight-knit bunch in general, and one of them - the one who played Hillaron - made a great show of pirouetting his arrival with a tray of cocktails so that he may eavesdrop. Soph waved him away once she and her mystery companion retrieved their drinks. Feigning a dagger to the heart, the dancer sashayed away to his next guests.

"Mm, but this is the first time I've seen you," she commented, taking a dainty sip from her glass. "And I usually take great pains to know all of our patrons. Is that my oversight, mister...?" 

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