Blithe smile, lithe limb. She who's winsome, she wins him. Gold hair with a gentle curl. That's the girl he chose, and heaven knows I'm not that girl...
Lovina looked at the scene before her; across the floor Mattie and Alfred were dancing without a care in the world. Mattie smiles sweetly at him, and when she dances it's more like she's floating. Mattie's pale gold hair perfectly done by Lovina herself with only a touch of curl.
"She looks beautiful, no?" asked Francis, staring at his cousin with a bit of a perverted grin on his face.
'Even my own date likes her better then me!' Lovina thought, trying not to glare at her roommate. She stared at the couple for a bit longer till Alfred got down on one knee. She quickly turned away. "Heaven knows I'm not his girl!" Lovina mumbled, walking out of the ballroom, ditching her date and calling Antonio for a ride home.