Samantha could only watch as the night so quickly kicked into gear. The woman approaching her didn't have the air of a predator, but she would not let herself be caught flat footed. Or so she thought, until the woman spoke. She found herself unable to form her thoughts clearly at first, and then Jennifer continued to talk. A bevy of names and titles. Always with the titles. But despite her disdain for the institution, she found her instinct taking over when the Prince was pointed out to her. She mimicked Jennifer's courtesy even as it turned her stomach to do so.
She cleared her throat and smiled.
Let the danse begin anew.
Continued here