Kate grins wide at his reaction, which obviously is exactly what she'd hoped, affront at being asked included. "You'd be surprised how few guys can ballroom dance these days," she says, half-facetiously, "I guess most schools just don't teach that anymore. Can't imagine why. Luckily, I went to pretentious prep school."

When they've rearranged, her fingers clasped around his and hand set high on his shoulder, she hums a few measures of Brahms in time with their spin around the ceiling. "Where's baroque Don't Stop Believin' when you need it?"