By the time they reached the ballroom Lev had switched to Strauss, and grinned from the far corner with a thumb’s up as Jack and Zoe appeared. Dad made a beeline for them, and performed a very elegant, formal little bow upon arrival.
“It’s traditional,” Trevor said, and extended his right hand. “Would you honor me, little dancer?”
Jack’s demie assented with a nervous, propitiating smile she must have used daily at the grocery store in Marquette. Dad whirled her onto the magically clearing ballroom floor; after a few bars other Kith made their bows and curtseys, and the usual revel began. Jolie consented to take a turn with McKenna, Dimitri led Bella onto the floor with barely repressed satisfaction, and old Amerlane went past with his mate Maria in his sturdy arms, the two of them gazing
