where: the Yule ball
with who: Laure ( @lauredeschamps )
The orchestra swelled with a tune that was familiar to René. It was upbeat and lively, the kind of song that you were meant to dance to. It reminded René of those few joyous celebrations he actually attended in his youth - weddings, and birthday celebrations, and Christmas dinners. The song was one of the few that could always get him out on the dancefloor - always with the same dance partner.
He approached them as they stood in front of one of the dessert displays, apparently considering a cascading tower of tarts. He tapped them on the shoulder delicately, and lowered himself into a sweeping bow with his hand outstretched as they turned to face him.
“May I have this dance?”
He glanced up at his twin with a grin and a wink.
