Lacroix turned back towards the bar. He stared into his glass intently. I hate these melancholy moods, he thought, maybe I should go see what Nicholas is doing. That thought brought a smile to his face. Yes, he would go. There was nothing here for him.
As he turned to face the dance floor once again, Lacroix found himself face to face with his son s partner. She looked startled for a moment before she regained her composure. She set her face with a determined look. Lacroix took in her attire. He didn t know her very well, but he doubted that the slinky low-cut black dress was her usual style. Her hair and make-up also revealed a departure from her norm.