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‘Um, the boards are all lively again this morning, asking the same thing,’ Amanda pointed out.
‘The answer’s the same. We’re just colleagues. Friends,’ Polly said.
‘Absolutely,’ Liam agreed.
At the end of the training session, Polly was scheduled to sort out her dress in the wardrobe department.
‘Do you want me to come with you?’
‘No, I’m fine.’ Though she knew why he was being so protective. ‘I’ve managed OK so far with the wardrobe department,’ she reminded him gently.
‘Does Rhoda know why you want long sleeves?’
She shook her head. ‘I just told her I’m superstitious.’
He smiled. ‘Which you’re not, but the wardrobe department is used to prima donnas making ridiculous demands. Though you’re nice, rather than demanding, so I think they’ll indulge you. OK. Go and find something you love.’
‘I take it you’re in traditional ballroom dress?’
‘Whatever you pick, it won’t clash with what I’m wearing,’ he reassured her.
In the wardrobe department, there was a dress that reminded Polly of the one she’d worn in Vienna, except it was white. And it came with long white fingerless gloves. Perfect.
‘Liam rang when you were on the way,’ Rhoda told her as she pinned up the hem of the gown. ‘He asked if you could wear a tiara.’
‘A tiara?’ Polly blinked in surprise.
‘He’s right. It’ll look gorgeous with that dress. And I’m pretty sure I have a fake diamond collar that’ll go with it, too,’ Rhoda said through a mouthful of pins. ‘Hang on a sec.’ She finished pinning up the dress, then went to look for the tiara and collar.
Polly waited while Rhoda made a few adjustments, then looked at herself in the mirror. ‘Wow. This doesn’t look like me.’ Could she really be that elegant? The nude-coloured dancing shoes made her look as if she were dancing in bare feet. She looked like some kind of princess. The fairy ballerina she’d wanted to be, as a child—and Liam was the one who’d taught her how to dance lightly instead of clumsily.
‘Perfect for the waltz,’ was Rhoda’s assessment.
Polly hugged her. ‘Thank you so much. I wouldn’t have had a clue where to start. You’ve been brilliant.’
‘It’s my job,’ Rhoda said, but the sparkle in her eyes told Polly that she was pleased to be appreciated. ‘Now you go out there tomorrow night and knock their socks off.’ She patted Polly’s shoulder.
‘I’ll do my best,’ Polly promised.
At the dress rehearsal, Liam just stared at her. ‘Wow. You look amazing.’
Polly smiled. ‘Thank you. Let’s just hope my dancing will be up to it.’
‘It will be.’
He believed in her. Really believed in her.
If only she’d had the courage not to back away from him again that morning. But she hadn’t. Still didn’t.
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