Chapter 57 Then We Dance

• Dinner was winding down, but there was apparently one last part to this evening's proceedings.
• Viktor stood and clapped his hands, nodding at a band that seemed to have materialised out of thin air like Rumsfeld. Music began to play and couples made their way to the dance floor. Eliza and Jenna glanced at the Grand Matriarch, who just shrugged and kept sipping tea.
• "This wasn't on the agenda," Eliza said, wishing she still had her clipboard with her.