WORRYING HERAT

Indecisive Isabel's hand welcomed Keneth's outstretched hand. Keneth quickly brought Isabel into his arms, one hand raised, and grabbed Isabel's hand. At the same time, the other hand wrapped possessively around Isabel's slender waist.

Their bodies began to move to the music faintly heard from the east wing of Buckingham Palace.

"Where did you learn to dance? I thought you would dance like David's. He was stiff and danced with pouting lips. Very unpleasant," Isabel said, sneering at her cousin-in-law.

"I used to dance once in a while at an annual event. As for David, however, you should thank him for helping you escape the party."

"Of course. I'll be grateful to him and Louisa as well. They've given me the opportunity to meet you so we can dance here, just the two of you. I'm already so tired of being at that party."

"And I'm so angry that you keep clinging to your fiancé."