It is destroying me that I cannot ask you to dance.

Marco knows he does not have the time to push her away, so he pulls her close, burying his face in her hair, his bowler hat torn from his head by the wind...."Trust me," Celia whispers in his ear, and he stops fighting it, forgetting everything but her.

„I forgive you for stealing my shawl.“ She smiles as he laughs. And then she vanishes. A simple trick of distracting his attention long enough to slip out through the hall, despite the lingering temptation to stay.

People see what they wish to see. And in most cases, what they are told that they see.

They say it's darkest before the dawn, but it also tend to be quietest, and the quiet lets you hear yourself better.

We cannot go backward,' Marco says. 'A great deal is not how it used to be.

Could you do such things when you were a dancer?' Tara asks her, as Tsukiko pulls a leg up impossibly far over her head. 'I would have had a much busier social calendar if I could,' Mme. Padva replies with a shake of her head.