Spinning twirling with you by my side. Within the elegance of mirrors and reflections only the graceless could see. Skirts and suites and smiles and masks, many, many masks, with finery of the aristocrats, the lovelessness of the gentry. Dancing laughing with you as my guide. Ballroom floors are marred by glistening fans and jewels, adorning elites and children, the adults joking and the innocent conversing seriously, with their hands carefully crafting the facade only dreams can bring. Embracing kissing your light-hearted sighs while writing