Cherie giggled at the poor man's misfortune. "I like the dancing. Well, I like the waltzes. Watching all the couples spinning around..." She smiled dreamily, gaze, once again, far away. "It's like watching gears in a clock all spinning and working together to the measured beat of the song... And it's such a shame when one of those gears breaks, or someone interrupts the clockwork by crossing into the middle of the circle..." Oh, that was the worst!
Cherie's smile returned almost immediately, then, and she took his arm to resume dragging him in Brax's wake.
"But why are you so nervous? If your parents ask where you've been, you can tell them a girl nearly plummeted to her death from the balcony. And if you hadn't been there taking in some fresh air, this entire ball would have been ruined. That makes you the hero of the ball, doesn't it? Not to mention, you have Lord Braxton's gratitude for rescuing his favorite sister."