*Stephan*
I reluctantly admit that I wish Mary wasn't smiling quite so brightly as Fitz expertly twirls her over the dance floor. What a selfish bastard I am. Her relationship with Fitz is not a threat to our long-standing friendship.
"Lovely, isn't she?"
I hear the soft voice on my left, and damn the woman for coming up on my blind side. How long has she been standing there observing me? It's difficult to hold back my irritation as I swing my head around to get a good view of whoever the deuce she is. Then I regret my irritation. "Luna Ivers." I take her gloved hand, bow over it, and kiss the tips of her fingers.
The Luna blushes. "Why do you waste your charms on an old woman such as me? Why are you not out on the dance floor?"
"You are not so old." I point out.
"Balderdash." She tu
