Wondering what the hell Jareck meant, He looked around for that girl. She was dancing with Cleon out in the middle of the room. * suck-up* NEal thought bitterly. * Where in the hell is Kel Dammit?!?!*

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" I don't believe I've seen you here before miss..?"

" You've seen me every day Cleon!" She said laughing.

" I have?" He said, obviously bewildered. Then he realized it was Kel.

" Kel? I didn't recognize you!"

" I noticed you dolt. Keep your voice down. I want to dance with Roald next, see if he actually recognizesme."

" That would be easier to do if he weren't off looking for you!"

" looking for me? I said I'd be here." Cleon glared at her. " Oh. He didn't notice it was me either then."

" None of us got a good look at your face." He said as he twirled her as the steps to the dance demanded.

" Why is Neal over there looking dejected?"She asked out of the blue.

" I suppose because you, the normal you didn't show up."

" Damn."

" Don't sound so surprised Lady Kel. I think every unattached squire here will want to dance with you tonight."

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Kel looked longingly over at Neal. She wanted to show him how she could actually behave like the noblewoman she was supposed to be. As the dance ended, she made her way over there, but every time she got closer, another squire asked her to dance.

Finally, there were four dances left to the evening. She walked over toward rold, determined not to be obstructed this time. Roald was standing next to Neal, they were chatting, but neither of them seemed to interested in the conversation. Roald looked up as he saw her coming. She curtsied, something she almost never did.

" Hello" Roald said almost shyly.

" Hello Roald." She said with the same nervousness

" Would you like to dance?" she nodded, and he led her to the dance floor, leaving Neal at the staricase, his mouth hanging open.