Walking through the door of her dressing room, she moved as though she was sneaking out.
She was dressed in a black, lacy, short-sleeved gown that stopped just below her knee, along with a pair of black heels. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders and back, with some strands falling over her face.
Leaning against the wall, she placed her hands on her lips in thought.
"What is a state dinner anyway? Don't people like the Prince of England go there? Will there be dancing? Dancing?" She gasped.
"I can't dance. Oh, no." She clapped her hands and covered her mouth in panic. "Will there be a waltz?" She walked into the sitting room while holding her gown and started dancing.
