[she's more confident now, stumbling less and swirling across the dance floor in a mess of red fabric. the faster they go the more Rose enjoys herself (she's always had a weakness for speed) and at some point a genuine smile slips across her face for a moment.
how strange that at a moment when all eyes were probably on her she doesn't seem to notice at all.]
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how strange that at a moment when all eyes were probably on her she doesn't seem to notice at all.]