Out of the corner of his eyes, he could constantly see Goodnight and where he moved in the room, but he kept his gaze on Genevieve, on her throat and chin, once they began to dance. He was still not very good at not looking at his feet, but at least it was a little harder to manage with her skirts in the way.

Billy gave Genevieve a brief smile and a knowing look. "A friend taught me. I've been trying to keep up with lessons. Mostly, it's just been the waltz."