Violet looked down at her rosebud, pinned discretely onto a spare spot on her bodice, and smiled. Used to doing everything herself (and rather liking it that way), she had to admit that it was nice to have someone willing to help you with things once in a while.

At his question, she looked up--ah, thank Merlin Caes wasn't one of those boys who would NOT dance. "Yes, I'd love to dance," she smled back at him. "And don't worry, I'm not an expert, either. Or rather--well, my family drilled me pretty hard on the mechanics of dancing, but I'm afraid I'm not naturally that naturally graceful. But frankly," she added, looking around at the dance floor, "there are so many people here that I doubt anyone will notice if we're not the best. As long as we don't step on anyone's feet." She laughed and looked back at him, waiting for the dance to begin. If she could just have one dance without anything sinister interfering (or any sisters), this night would be about perfect.