Despite herself, Jo was in an ineffable mood of serendipity tonight.

Maybe it's from the frisk breeze that does well to contrast to the full of Mrs. Gardiner's house of festivities

(Damn new years and their dances)

Although, maybe it's the fact that being around you often steals Jo's breath, in spite of how she tries to deny it.

But in the warm light pooling through glazed windows, and the comfy wood that offers a curtain of solace between the two of you, and the guests inside..

...You look wonderful.

But maybe it's the velvet of your dress that causes her unwilling mind to apricate in you.

She can hear the music muffled from inside and her soul aches to move before you:

To offer her hand, and force her lips into that soft, playful smile that's she's sure you adore. Even if it's typically accompanied with an impish shine to her eyes.

"..A dance, M'lady?" She asks teasingly into the sanctuary of the night, skirts shifting as she tilts into a bow on the porch. Her hand extended.