"I won't say I'm that much of a perfectionist,"
Ezra replied calmly.
"I see."
Diane answered in her usual light tone.
She raised her head and looked at him with her half-closed, light-blue eyes.
Her expression was difficult to read, though the way she studied his face suggested that she was thinking about something.
"So, this is how the other ladies look at their partners during a dance."
She muttered the words to herself.
They reached their designated position on the dance floor and stopped.
Ezra held Diane's right hand lightly, waiting for the music to begin.
Around them, the Nobles and Non-Nobles who had yet to take their places continued watching the dance floor.
Some had been looking at Ezra and Diane since they arrived.
Others were more interested in the people gathering around the edges of the hall, where servants moved between the guests with trays of refreshments.
The Grand Royal Hall remained bright beneath its grand chandeliers.
