Chapter 20 Secrets Revealed

"Is there a place we can sit down?" I wince, sounding more petulant than I wanted to. I can t help it. We ve been dancing at this ball for what feels like an eternity, and my feet are killing me because of these insane shoes.

"Certainly, if that is your wish," Dmitri responds with bemusement, "but I thought we were having a lovely time—"

"Much as I ve enjoyed the dancing and overhearing the gossip, if some relief is not found for my feet, to release them from the torture devices they ve been strapped into—"

"Ah, yes, of course. Right this way. There may be some respite near the champagne and hors d oeuvres." My fiancé takes my elbow and leads me off the dance floor, but then, much to my dismay, Zinaida floats directly into our path.