The Knight boys, all tall with commanding presence, and who could demand instant obedience with their stare, had held their mother the way one would a soft flower. It was touching and so sweet. By the time Katherine danced with Gawain, her cheeks were wet, and her nose was red from constant wiping. Taylor noticed the women, especially, were crying, too. The display of affection, respect, and warmth filtered her thoughts back to the days when her mother used to hold her in her arms, dance and sing with her. The memory brought a dull ache in her chest. Her mom was a gentle loving mother. Sadly, fate didn't give them a chance to spend more years together. The music, voices, dishes, and everything else around her began to fade as the memory of her mother came back. She considered finding a spot where she could be alone when Edmund touched her elbow, bringing her back to the cheerful party. “Kirsten is calling you.” “What? Oh, It's my turn.” “To dance?” “To play my violin. God, I'm nervous.
