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He felt every head turn when she entered. His breath caught in his throat, as it did every single time he saw her again. She was resplendent in a spangled knee-length frock, hair adorned with camellias. From under lowered lids, her eyes slid silkily around the room, taking in the dancers, the musicians, and the spectators. He knew she would unerringly select the creature with the most potential for amusement. His money was on the guy playing his heart out on the licorice stick, but he never knew.
He held out his hand. “Let’s take a turn about the room.”