Chapter 5
Branwen was so caught up in the obvious and welcome excitement coming from John—and surprised and pleased with the flirty confidence of her own words—that she was startled by the noise and smells and sights inside the hotel ballroom.
She’d been to more than a few of these kinds of events with her engineer father, but the crowd was remarkably colorful with men and quite a few women wearing tartans rather than black suits and dresses.
And the sight of so many bare, hairy knees made her smile for no good reason at all.
The room itself was full of big round tables with white tablecloths, and more people than she expected either sitting or milling around. A long table waited at one end on a small stage with no one seated yet, with a gleaming wooden dance floor just in front of it.
