Daniel and I managed to dance together without fighting for a few minutes. Of course, we weren’t saying anything to one another at all so that was probably why the peace lasted so long.
Surprisingly, our toe-stomping percentage had also significantly decreased since our last ballroom pairing. I thanked goodness for that, because if it hadn’t, the bare feet I was concealing beneath my dress would’ve seriously gotten injured.
Cordial new relations aside, we avoided eye contact as much as possible. It was just too awkward otherwise.
My sightline lingered on the ballroom floor instead. Although, in doing so something caught the light and turned my attention back to Daniel. It was the same golden pocket watch I’d seen on him the first time we’d met. I tried to get a better look at it, but fo
