It had taken an almost startling lack of convincing to get Victor to agree to come to the dance - Zoe had just mentioned that she'd like to go, and Victor had nodded and said that they would. But it was, she supposed, swing, and thrown by one of her husband's best friends. And his other best friend is coming, too. She fully expects they'll wander off with whiskey at some point.

Now, though, she wanders along the garden paths in a lace dress and sensible pumps for dancing, a glass of white wine in her hand as she looks at the decorations the Clubs have come up with. Probably Elani, she thinks. Elisha has never struck her as the elegant party type.