"That makes things complicated," she admitted with a small smile.
"What does?" Lucien asked, genuinely confused.
"That you read me so easily. I'm beginning to fear all my future public appearances are going to end in disaster."
The fox male released her back and spun her smoothly around himself before catching her against him once more.
Their feet glided effortlessly across the polished dance floor.
Mirabelle had expected the delicate high shoes to make moving difficult, yet her body flowed through the steps as though it had practiced this dance a thousand times before. (Maybe it had.)
With every turn, the layered fabric of her dress shifted around her legs like flowing water.
The lantern light caught against the shimmering snakeskin scales woven into the blue fabric, causing silver-blue reflections to ripple across her body whenever she moved.
Beside her, Lucien's deep reds and warm copper tones looked almost unreal against the cool glow of her gown.
Fire and water.
