You would think that she is walking upon eggs and green bottles.
Five, Six, Five, Six, Seven, Eight!
"Jealous, are we Naxen?" came the sneer from Delia of Eldorne. She was followed by her group, and had caught Lianne of Naxen staring at one of the senior girls.
It was ballroom dancing class, and even the most senior girls had some trouble with it. But she didn't. Lorina of Cavall was the convent's perfect showcase dancer, and Lianne of Naxen had been caught staring at the future training master's aunt.
Lorina was a mean girl, slightly heavy-set, just slightly, and a bit clumsy, but when it came to dancing, she was a goddess dancing among mortals.
Lianne was overcome by jealousy with Lorina's ability to dance so well, in just those couple of years at the convent, but she hid it. "Me, jealous? Not a chance!"
A/N: Excuse the dumbness of this, I was seriously stumped.