The dances were beginning but Isabella didnâ€™t really feel like dancing till she saw a man in white suit walking to the dance floor.<span style="font-style: italic">That has to be him. </span>She thought as she made her way toward him. A man in a rich black suit with a raven feathered mask stepped in front of her blocking her path to Raziel. â€œMay I have this dance my lady?â€ he asked extending his hand toward her bowing slightly waiting for her answer.<br/><br/>Smiling politely she took his hand in hers and said, â€œI would be honored.â€ He lead her out to the dance floor weaving around people already dancing to make it to the center .She didnâ€™t know why he was doing that but she went along with it to keep up pretenses. He held her at arms length and had her walk around him once in a circle before pulling her in close for the waltz. Her smile was firmly placed on her face but to anyone who had seen her before it was more of a grimace than a smile. They spun around and around the dance floor keeping time with the music. Dancing was one thing she could never forget doing.<br/><br/>Her grimace turned into a genuine smile by the end of the dance but the man wouldnâ€™t let go. He wanted to dance again  but she kindly declined saying that she needed a rest and to get off her feet for a while. Unlike the rest of the gentlemen  and their dance partners he didnâ€™t take no for an answer and took her around for one more go. She was getting very upset and if she didnâ€™t get away from that guy soon she might wind up doing something she would regret later and ruin the mission.<br/><br/>A glance at the man in white told her that he could possibly help her if only she could get his attention. As the second song went on and she and the man danced she slowly managed to guide him to where the man in white stood a little ways off. She didnâ€™t force the man but made him think that he was the one leading her instead of the other way around. If she was going to dance with the man she was going to do it her way.