You’re way too calm about this
The dance floor became a swirling chaos of colours, laughter, and movement. Lydia and Aurelia, still glowing from their first dance, were quickly pulled into the fray as family, friends, and even a few overly enthusiastic nobles joined in.
Seraphine and I exchanged amused glances before she held out a hand to me with a mischievous grin.
"Shall we join the madness, darling?" she asked.
"Why not?" I said, taking her hand.
The twins, who had been momentarily distracted by the flower arrangements, noticed our movement and toddled after us.
Rhiannon grabbed the hem of my dress while Rowena latched onto Seraphine's trouser leg, both giggling like tiny demons—which they were, in the most literal sense.
"We're not dancing without you, apparently," I said, looking down at them.