The crisp clatter of heels echoed through the foyer as the fox and wolf glided down the marble staircase. They weaved between groups of mingling guests and arrived at the base of a banquet table perched high above the dancefloor. In the center sat the party’s spectacularly dressed hostess.
She smiled when she heard the wolf’s voice calling out to her.
“How could you tell it was me?” she asked, feigning surprise. “Is the owl mask too obvious? Or was it the crown that gave me away?”
“I want you to meet someone,” said the wolf, gesturing to his escort.
“You never cease to amaze me,” she smirked, rolling her eyes. “Welcome to our humble abode,” she told the fox in a sweet tone.
The hostess tapped her glass to signal the start of another dance. The guests began to assemble in pairs on the dancefloor. The wolf grabbed the fox by the hand, but went no more than a few steps before she pulled back.
“No!” hissed the fox. She leaned in close to his ear. “I can’t do this!” she exclaimed in a shrill whisper. “I don’t know how to dance!”
“It’s okay, we can sit this one out,” he told her. They walked over to one of the banquet tables and sat down.
Music played and the dance began. An Austrian Waltz. The pairs of costumed guests danced flawlessly, and in perfect sequence. It was as though they had danced together a hundred times.
The fox watched in awe. “I don’t think I could ever dance like that,” she lamented to her companion.
“You can tonight,” said the wolf with a twinkle in his eye.
She gave him a confused look. “What makes you think that?”
“You’ll just have to trust me.”