Six
“Yes, very good,” Aurora calls to me from across the terrace as I swing beneath my dance partner’s arm, spin around, step-step-step behind him, and return to our starting position. After clapping briefly, Aurora adds, “You only messed up once this time.”
“What?” I step away from the young man who’s been filling in as my partner. Aurora’s cousin or second cousin or something along those lines. My husband-to-be is, apparently, too important or busy for this kind of thing. “I thought I got it all right.”
“No, the part in the beginning straight after you touch palms? You turned the wrong way.”
I roll my eyes. “Do you really think anyone’s going to notice?”
“Yes. In a ballroom full of dancing couples, when everyone else turns one way and you turn the other, it will most certainly be no
