Azalea had to agree with that. It made her chest tickle.
Though they had agonized over the mending, that evening the girls hopped with excitement as Azalea helped them tie on the repaired slippers. Even Lily liked them, grabbing at the bows around the girls’ ankles and stuffing them in her mouth. The girls slipped through the passage and into the silver magic, their slippers peeking in bright, colorful glimpses from beneath their black skirt hems.
The pavilion was dark when they arrived, but Mr. Keeper was there. He smiled when they climbed the steps and bowed deeply, with a “My ladies.” The girls passed by him onto the dance floor, but Azalea stayed back and gave Mr. Keeper a graceful curtsy.
“Thank you,” she said, before joining the girls on the dance floor. When she glanced at the entrance again, Mr. Keeper had vanished.
“Off-putting, how he does that,” said Bramble.
In the middle of the dance floor sat twelve teacups in a ring. In each one stood a candle, flickering merrily.
“The candle dance!” said Azalea. She picked up one of the teacups. The candle sputtered but did not go out. She smiled and placed a teacup on each of the girls’ heads.
“We haven’t danced this for years,” she said. “Not since Mother took ill. Don’t let the teacup fall off. Grace—balance, that’s what this dance is about.”
Azalea showed them how to move on their feet without letting the top part of them bounce. The invisible orchestra accommodated them, only playing slow songs, and by the end of the night, even Ivy and Jessamine stepped without losing their candles.
“And two, feet together, and dip. Very good! Sweep a curtsy to your gentleman.”
The girls dipped a curtsy. Their teacups fell off their heads and clattered to the ground. Azalea, laughing, picked them back up, and the candles inside flitted back to life.
“Curtsies next time,” she said.
“Azalea,” said Flora as they set the teacups on the dessert table. “Could you show us the Soul’s Curtsy?”
The chattering hushed. Azalea hesitated.
“Go on,” said Bramble, grinning. “They’re old enough now.”
Azalea smiled, inhaled, and touched her right foot in front of her. She traced it in a circle behind her, then slowly sank to the left knee. With strained balance, she folded herself up as she disappeared into the poof of her skirts. Her legs twisted like pretzels beneath her. She bowed her head, nearly kissing the floor, and extended her right arm above her, her left tucked behind her back. The girls applauded.
“How beautiful,” said Flora.
“Now that’s a curtsy,” said Bramble, helping Azalea up.
“But it’s not just for anyone,” said Azalea. “It has to be for your husband, or royalty. Like a king.”
Flora giggled. “For you that will be the same thing!”
Azalea smiled again, but this time it was strained, and as Bramble teased the girls into learning the dip, Azalea escaped to the edge of the pavilion. She leaned on the railing and looked miserably over the misty lake.
She hated feeling helpless. It writhed in her stomach, choking her with thoughts of dancing the rest of her life in the arms of a gentleman who pushed her about and laughed when she stumbled or, worse, didn’t even look at her at all. She wondered if she would be able to give the Soul’s Curtsy, with all her heart and soul, to anyone, and the thought made her ill.
Around her, the leaves of the rosebush ivies rustled, then curled and entwined through the lattice. Their buds bloomed into fat, silver blossoms, revealing pearls for middles.
“They’re…lovely,” said Azalea, after the initial surprise. “Mr. Keeper.”
She turned and there he was, behind her, soundless as midnight. Azalea’s heart beat a pace faster.
“You’re upset,” he said, in a low, gentle voice. Azalea felt the warmth of a blush creep up her neck.
“No,” said Azalea. “Not.”
“Ah,” he said quietly. “But I can guess what you’re thinking. You are thinking, if you were born after one of your sisters, perhaps things would be different for you. Are you not?”
The warmth of the blush dropped, replaced with cold shock.
“Not—quite—I—” Azalea stammered.
Keeper held up his gloved hand.
“I should think,” he said, taking a step closer to her, so close Azalea should have felt his warmth, but did not. “If you were born after your sisters, it would be one of them faced with such a duty. And, from what I have seen of you, Princess Azalea, you would do anything to keep them from unhappiness. Look.”