Seven
As the evening grew late, guests were beginning to head out, and the crowd was thinning. Partygoers were still reveling, but they were fewer by the minute. I saw Gwen stumbling off the dance floor and went to greet her.
“Ouch, my feet are killing me!” Gwen cried out. “Help me to a chair, will you?”
“Of course.” I grabbed her arm and aided her to a seat. “Do you need me to grab a potion for your feet?”
“No, because then I’ll be expected to get up and dance again,” she said quietly. “I just wanted to sit and figured if I was dramatic, I might get left alone until Mother sends everyone home. Some party, though, huh? I bet Laz and I both sleep until afternoon tomorrow after all this dancing.” she removed a shoe with a grimace.
“Well, Gran has an emergency she has to leave for in
