At the Lilac Salon,
The orchestra struck up a waltz—a sweeping, romantic melody that was entirely wasted on the demographics of the Lilac Salon.
While the adults glided with practiced grace, the children's dance floor looked like a biological experiment gone wrong.
Lady Ellia, however, was determined to maintain standards. She smoothed her golden dress and marched over to the snack table, where Arjun was contemplating a second cupcake.
"Lord Arjun," Ellia announced, extending a hand. "You may have the honor of this dance."
Arjun swallowed the cupcake whole. "I do not want to dance. I want to eat."
"We are Lions and Tigers," Ellia said firmly. "We are apex predators. We dominate the dance floor. Now, give me your paw."
Arjun sighed, wiping frosting off his mouth. "Fine. But if I step on you, it is not my fault. My feet are large."
"I am wearing steel-toed boots under this dress," Ellia whispered conspiratorially. "I came prepared."
