Damon's jaw clenched tightly for a second. The pain in his toes was sharp, but he kept his face perfectly calm. He did not pull his foot away. He simply smiled a very small, strained smile.
"It's fine," Damon whispered. "Try again. Step back with your right foot."
Camilla took a step back. But because she was nervous and her body was stiff, her timing was completely off.
Stomp.
"Oh, my apologies!" Camilla whispered quickly, her cheeks turning a bright shade of pink from pure embarrassment. "I'm so sorry, My Lord."
"It is quite alright, My Lady," Damon replied, his voice still incredibly patient. "Just relax your shoulders. Move like water."
For the next three minutes, the grand waltz was a complete, hilarious disaster. Camilla stepped on his left foot. She stepped on his right foot. She tripped slightly over the hem of her own dress, almost falling forward into his chest. Every single movement was accompanied by a soft, frantic "sorry" or "pardon me" from her pink lips.
