The guests watched as Lady Vera Ashenlocke drifted through the air towards her father.
The dance floor had fallen quiet around them, and people standing nearby had turned from their conversations to follow her unusual journey.
A few guests exchanged looks, unsure whether they were meant to laugh or pretend not to notice.
No one seemed in a hurry to interrupt a Duke of Ash.
Duke Valentine stood with both hands tucked into his trouser pockets.
He looked as if nothing unusual had happened.
Vera, meanwhile, remained suspended in front of him, unable to move her body or change direction.
Only her eyes and mouth were still under her control.
"This is quite cute."
Duchess Vivian Derlis laughed softly.
Several other Duchesses from the Duke Houses joined her, their amusement spreading through the group as they watched the Duke of Ash carry his daughter around like this was an ordinary part of the evening.
Vera looked at her father.
