The dance floor is packed. The glittery clothes of spinning Lord and Ladies reflect the chandelier's light, splashing colour in myriad shades. It conjures a scenic nightlife atmosphere into the Ballroom, and it's as if the snowy walls are hit by rotating club lights. If I squint enough, I can almost spy the neon tones over the hanging drapes. Lance and Yennara are bathed in the glowing rainbows. They are still stiffly watching, expecting me to pull back my hands any moment now. I look up Lance's navy blue, and trail right to Yennara's sensual red.
Not a chance.
