An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapter 25:
If she knew the room was going to break out into another round of applause as she took to the dance floor, Julia would have parked herself at her table for the whole night, but the dance floor was in full view of her seat and she had watched all the dancing with envy long enough. The moment she heard the trumpet blares of “Come Fly With Me,” Julia helped herself up and walked over to the next table where the Marquess of Beauchamp was well invested in his conversation with Stephanie Parks. While she waited for her old friend to reluctantly pry himself away, Julia had let her eyes scan the room to see David without locking her eyes onto him. She had gotten quite good at seeing him without looking at him.
