Originally Posted by maritoy

Lola straighten herself up in her chair and crossed her legs. She looked over at Warren Rodemiere, eyes narrowed in concentration. Sipping her wine she kept trying to place him. It was like seeing an old mate, but she didn't know any Warren. "You look familiar, have we met?" she asked, her voice high with uncertainty.

She began to tap her foot with the music. When she was younger she took dancing lessons, she was actually quite good at it. This sort of music lent itself to her area of expertise. She didn't know how her shoes would work with dancing, though. She swept her shining hair out of her eyes, she never did get around to trimming it for the wedding.