Archie
I found Fiona standing near the edge of the dance floor after finally extracting myself from a donor who seemed determined to discuss quarterly projections at a children's charity gala, of all places. She looked slightly distracted when I approached, her attention drifting somewhere across the room, though her expression softened the moment she noticed me.
"You survived Diane and Constance," I said, offering my hand. "That's more than most people manage on their first attempt."
"Barely," she said, though a small smile tugged at her mouth as she took my hand. "I think Constance was mentally calculating my net worth the entire conversation."
"She does that to everyone. Don't take it personally."
The band shifted into something slow, and I pulled her gently toward the dance floor
