This was an official, real, fancy date. Scarlett could honestly say she had never been out with someone at this lavish of a scale, and she barely knew him. Well--she did, Scarlett knew who Devon was speaking of when relating stories, but it wasn't---this---
She didn't know how to behave in a manner that wouldn't make him completely regret accepting this invitation. Did she want him to find her agreeable and tolerable? Tolerable? Did she really just think---she was more than tolerable, she didn't need a bloke to think so! She was...successful, she was accomplished, so why was it so bloody hard to accept that someone might have an honestly good thing to say about her?
A faint blush swept across Scarlett's cheeks as he complimented her. She ducked her head away for a brief moment before turning back to Grail with a subtly pleased smile. "Devon will be very happy you think so."
It was the best she could manage. Scarlett straightened her shoulders and let out a long breath, feeling as if she'd been forgetting to breathe. The ballroom was majestically decorated and it seemed like the entire room was bustling with excitement.
"What--would you like to do?" she asked. "Eat, drink, dance..."
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