*Scarlett*
Making my way to the ballroom, slowly and cautiously, without being spotted, turns out to be easier than I expect. Joker has been masterful at clearing the way for me and I can't help but imagine he had done so with the efficiency of those who sweep the streets clear of dirt.
The unexpected challenge I encounter, though, is that my legs remain weakened from the blistering kiss he had delivered. I make my entrance as unobtrusively as possible and settle near a mirrored wall where several she-wolves stand.
I don't know how many dances I might have missed and don't recognize the tune presently playing, but surely before the next dance begins, my partner will find me. I will move to a more visible spot once my breathing returns to normal and my legs are steadier.
Taking a quick
