O Holy Night - Josh Groban
Evey wove in and out of the crowd, dancing with various men at the charity ball that she had been invited to this year. It was a lovely event, the music was tasteful and the guests were agreeable and kind. Most of the men danced rather well, and she could have no complains there except for the fact that she she wished with each and every dance that it was V in front of her, and not some strangers.
One dance after another, man after man, she still held a constant hope that he would somehow appear in front of her, a Christmas phantom come to give her one last give.
But he was dead. Silly Evey, she thought mournfully, you'll never dance with him again.
She looked down as the partners switched again, and a black clad had graced lightly upon hers, fluttering for a moment before molding the gesture into a firm grip.
Evey fell to her knees.