By the time the gentlemen escorted her to a velvet chair at the ballroom's side, the beamed and complimented her on her grace. Azalea returned the compliment with a sleek, deep curtsy that made her green skirts swath the floor in a silky puddle, and giggled inside when their mounths dropped. One day, she was determined, she would be quite as graceful as Mother. mother didn't walk. She glided.
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