For a long time, the only things that were worth noting happened at dances. Elsa and I had attended two dances since we arrived at Liz’s house, and both of them marked rather large milestones in our lives at the time.
This dance wasn’t really any different.
Hunter Taylor never needs a reason to celebrate, so dances sort of come up out of the blue. The last dance was quite a while ago, she said. So we ought to do another one, she said. It’ll be fun, she said. She was right.
Mostly. At first.
Hans had said that Elsa’s ankle was better enough so that she could dance, so she and I got ourselves looking our best before embarking on our journey across the house to the seamstress room. We escorted each other, since neither of us are really with a guy yet. Well, that’s what Elsa says. I know better though.
When we arrived, we were greeted by Eugene and Raleigh, who were radiant. I mean, Raleigh was radiant. Eugene was, well…Eugene.
I couldn’t help but notice how Kristoff glanced over at me whilst he was dancing with Merida. It didn’t really bother me that he was dancing with somebody else, but I’d rather hoped he’d be waiting for me like Hans was standing over there waiting for Elsa. They’re perfect, I thought inwardly, although Elsa just kept talking to Raleigh and Eugene without noticing how Hans was watching her from afar.
Before I knew it, Eugene had romantically swept Raleigh into the dance. Is she wearing a wedding dress? I thought, watching Raleigh for a minute. Continue reading