He held her hands and stopped her from moving again. Good god! If she did it once more, he was going to tie her legs.
"You turn too fast," she complained as if it was his mistake from the start and he was only blaming her to hide his incompetencies. "And if I can't lift my dress, it's hardly my fault if they get in the way, now, is it?" she matched his cold look and glared at him.
For some reason, it felt like she was already prepared for his words. As if it had happened before. He turned to look at the baroness. The woman bowed her head at once in the name of looking at the keys.
"If you dance this way, the party would end before it gets started, Abigail. You need to put your feet on the ground rather than my feet." Abi's spine snapped straight but her glare only went colder.
