<em>~ Mila, dancing with Vince in the Great Hall ~</em><br/><br/>Mila's eyelashes fluttered down as Vince brushed his lips against her hand.  He was a gentleman and a flirt, but she imagined that he was probably a bit of a rogue as well.  The words he spoke were uttered in a thick Irish brogue that she found very sexy.  She imagined him talking to her in low tones in bed, and a slow blush crept over her cheeks.  As excitement and nerves battled low in her stomach, she set down her flute of champagne and allowed him to lead her away from Mari and Nicci.  Her hand shook, just a little, but she did not allow that to deter her.<br/><br/>As Vince took her to an open space, he whispered words of invitation into her ear.  She smiled sweetly at him, the energy of the music contagious, and nodded.  "I'm not very experienced at dancing, but I sure am going to try."  As she followed his lead, she allowed everything else to drift away; she no longer saw the other occupants of the room, or heard what they were saying.  Her only focus was the man before her and the vibrant rhythm of the music that played in the background.<br/><br/>She stumbled and even stepped on him lightly a couple of times, and where she would normally be mortified, the way Vince handled the situation put her at ease.  So instead of apologizing and shying away from him, she laughed and danced even more.