We walked down the stairs into the ballroom to the lively strains of music, and I heard laughter and voices and could see a hundred faces turned up to watch us. A buzz went through the crowd, and I heard people talking about us and asking who I was. I leaned on Greg’s arm for support, very nervous at this close inspection. I saw men young and old in their handsome suits and uniforms, women in spectacular gowns of every color, whirling brilliantly on the floor. Three huge chandeliers dripped from the gold leaf ceiling, and the reflections of a thousand candles made the crystal pendants glitter with all the colors of the rainbow. “You’re trembling,” Greg whispered, grinning. “I can’t help it.” “Hold your head up, Angela. You are by far the loveliest woman here tonight.” “Don’t say silly things. I feel light-headed as it is.” My head seemed to whirl in fast spins. There was too much dazzle and too much color. I wanted to turn and run. I did not belong here. Prim, reserved Miss Angela Todd had no place in a glittering ballroom, I told myself, and yet I felt a certain pride at being with a man as handsome as Greg.
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