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he made his way toward the center of the room with haste, somewhat desperate to distance himself from those he recognized. the point of the event was to socialize with others and not know who they were. in his rush he’d found himself in the middle of a dance, surrounded by people gracefully stepping around him. though lukas didn’t think himself much of a dancer, he immediately bowed to the woman in front of him.   ❛   may i have this dance, madam?   ❜   he questioned, as if it was an option.