Perhaps a breath of a chuckle drifted under the music as Felix accepted Sunny's hand, and led her toward a clear space for dancing. It was all in the tempo and rhythm, and by heaven, if Felix Harrowgate and Sunny Nwazue wanted to dance ballroom to modern music, they would.

Felix lifted her hand, rested a light touch at her waist, and with a grin that could only be described as devilish, led her into a perfect quickstep.