"Banishing all caution, she allowed him to lead her out of the ballroom. He walked quickly, even as he wove through the pulsing crowd, and she found herself laughing as she tripped along after him. "Why is it," he said, halting for a moment when they reached the hall outside the ballroom, "that you always seem to be laughing at me?" She laughed again; she couldn't help it. "I'm happy," she said with a helpless shrug. "I'm just so happy to be here." "And why is that? A ball such as this must be routine for one such as yourself." Sophie grinned. If he thought she was a member of the , an alumna of dozens of balls and parties, then she must be playing her role to perfection. He touched the corner of her mouth. "You keep smiling," he murmured. "I like to smile." His hand found her waist, and he pulled her toward him. The distance between their bodies remained respectable, but the increasing nearness robbed her of breath. "I like to watch you smile," he said. -Benedict & Sophie"