"Omigod! Look!" Kryschenn squeaked as they rose up from their bows. She quickly grabbed Cassandra's arm and pointed. "Iris! C'mere and look!" She gestured frantically towards the dance floor. "I think it worked!"Indeed, the three women and several other covert onlookers saw what they were hoping for: Even though the dance was over, Hank and Sheila were still holding each other, completely oblivious to everything around them. They almost seemed lost in eyach other's eyes, their faces very close to one another's...and getting closer... "He's gonna kiss her!" Krys gasped. "He's gonna do it, he's really gonna kiss her!" Every would-be matchmaker who had noticed was now watching with collectively held breaths. "Come on, do it!"
Just then, a row of brass trumpets sounded a fanfare, and a Herald shouted clearly through the ballroom, "Her Royal Majesty, Diana, Princess of Yarfell!"
Hank and Sheila quickly separated, formally bowing down as was the custom for the princess's entrance. They barely had time to wonder about the chorus of "AAAAARRRRRRGHs!" coming from the musicians' balcony.
"Fine." Sulking, Kryshchenn dropped to her bronze-greaved knees with a clank, just in time to witness Princess Diana's grand entrance into the ballroom.
