Status Updates From Entwined

I HAAAATE THIS GUY

He was easy to follow. the pressure of his hand, the step of his foot, the angle of his frame...it was like reading his mind. When he leaned right, they turned in perfect unison. He swept her across the gallery in a quick three, a dizzying pace. gilded frames and glass cases and the window blurred in her vision and Azalea spun out, her skirts pulling and poofing around her.

“Oh, yes,” said Azalea. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I think—now that mourning is over, we should have a Yuletide. Not for me, naturally. It’s never mattered for me. But for Bramble and Clover, they’re both over fifteen now and they should meet gentlemen. Real gentlemen and not the riddle nonsense. If they don’t, they’ll just fall in love with—anyone. I thought perhaps Clover could host it?”