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thinking he was quite the charmer. Before she couldn´t refuse a dance with him, Moira darted off in search of the bar. She felt all eyes on her as she tried to outmaneuver every man that came her way.

When she finally got to the bar, she ordered herself a scotch and proceded to stand there with the glass in hand, not drinking. At least it seemed as though she was busy now, and whoever would come to ask her for a dance she would refuse.

She knew however, that she couldn´t refuse everybody, and when Lord Cavendish himself asked her to dance, she had no choice but to say yes.

Lord Cavendish looked nothing like his son James, so Moira assumed that the Cavendish heir must take after his mother´s side of the family.

A pity, because even though nobody would ever call Lord Cavendish handsome, he was well built and had a friendly complexion. He was quite the opposite of his wife,

and Moira was beginning to think she may have misjudged him.

The music went from a waltz to a polka and on and on, Moira was spun around and ended up with different partners everytime. Even she had to admit that a ball

could be fun, she really loved to dance. After the evening went on and she had been spun around more times than she could remember,