Maisie
"It's embarrassingly consistent with every powerful man in the world," Jenny relayed with a proud, naughty smirk. "The thing that doesn't come easily is the thing they can't stop thinking about."
"Step two," Regina continued. "Accept a dance from someone else. Someone new. Someone capable of sparkling jealousy. We've ruled down a number of Alpha heirs who might be the best choices. You must genuinely enjoy their company. Laugh. Flirt. From across the room, that reads as someone who is completely comfortable and doesn't even notice they exist."
"And that is enough to trigger any man," Jenny giggles.
Even the second artisan–Fiona–nods in agreement.
I thought we were all way in over our heads, thinking anyone would even want to dance with me in the first place. But I continued to listen.
"Step three," Jenny chirped. "If one of them approaches you–and they will–and asks for a dance, you will decline. Politely, and find somewhere more interesting to be."
