Oh, she called him a scoundrel. [Natasha snickered at that, looking a little amused.] Mostly because he was. But she still managed to be pleased by it, despite everything. I was just excited I wasn't stuck going to the dance with someone boring.
[Natasha blinked, then laughed.] No, sweet. I don't think he will find you boring at all. You both seem to have much in common in your interests. Just don't let your nerves get the best of you, hmm?
Yes, you do. You're a beautiful dancer. Maybe start with that. It's hard to be nervous when you're dancing, hmm? [Natasha advised with a faint smile, brushing her hand against her daughter's hair.]
I used to be nervous about performing. [Of course, at that age her performances were more about being an adorable little girl and less about being a skilled ballerina.] This is a different kind of dance, though.
[Which, at the insistence of her grandparents (Rue really didn't mind) and their assurances that proper young ladies should know how to conduct themselves at a formal dance, she has also taken lessons for.]
Yes, but that was a while ago. [She knew her daughter. She knew how she danced. And it was easy to tell that these days when Rue danced she was fully immersed in the experience, not being jittery with nerves.] And it is, but you are as familiar with these steps as you are with others. They're not so difficult.
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[Which, at the insistence of her grandparents (Rue really didn't mind) and their assurances that proper young ladies should know how to conduct themselves at a formal dance, she has also taken lessons for.]
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