In Hank Clegg's eyes, ripples began to shimmer slowly.
Because he saw his little woman, swaying her figure to the music.
Her dance steps were not panicked as he had imagined, but rather carried a lightness and a familiar rhythm.
He even felt that he had known her for so long.
She had reached a new height of beauty.
His Victoria Talkington, always had too many surprises for him. Too many unexpected delights.
It seemed that with every sunrise, and with every moon that hung in the sky, she faced him with a refreshingly new visage.
Whether one says it's the lover's perspective that beautifies, or that he's overly indulgent and biased, how could he not love such a Victoria Talkington?
The prince also appeared a little surprised. After a few dance steps, he too watched Victoria with interest, leading her to dance more smoothly.
The most surprised of all was the princess.
She covered her mouth with her fan, looking sidelong at Victoria with a mix of disbelief and envy in her eyes.
