Jaw ajar, Nicola marveled at her date. He was a very good dancer, sweeping her off her feet in the moment so entirely she couldn't control her ever-so-slightly gapping mouth. It took a couple of moments, but with time, Nicola eventually collected herself proper again. Who knew that Americans could move so well?
Nicola watched Cameron's face carefully until he began to notice, and quickly averted her gaze before he could catch her staring. She tossed her hair back with a slight head nod.
"I do enjoy dancing," she responded faintly, perhaps not as poised as she thought she was. Her body still felt a bit warm, and her face a bit pink. "I enjoy it very much. Ever since I was little I would---" Nicola began, but quickly cut herself off before getting too carried away. What had she been about to say? That she would dance to the songs her sister would practice? The sister that just performed on stage not moments ago?
"--- I would dance about the house like a fiend." She smiled, vaguely, now feeling even less capable of making it through this afternoon. She had been risking enough being seen here by any of her less-than-amicable socialite dignitaries, and now all these memories and emotions with her sister it seemed quite impossible from hiding it all from slipping onto Cameron's radar.
Nicola swallowed. "You were shy when you were young?" she smiled. "I find that difficult to believe seeing you now."
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