A bead of sweat traces a finger down my spine, and I stand taller, pressing my shoulders back, elongating my neck. I snap my head to face the new direction the waltz leads me.
My partner tightens his grip on my upper back as he guides me into a natural spin turn. I study him from the corner of my eye, the dimly lit ballroom and mask concealing his features, but I know it's not him.
His...