"They can survive a night without me!" Dianna giggled, beaming as he admitted that his frequent visits to the museum had not only been to try and analyze some of the Hobgoblins' scribbles. She still blushed at the idea of the photographers being interested, even if she'd been silently quite delighted in how much attention she was getting. She was also letting all the journalists know that her dress was a custom made dress by Meredith Fielding, so hopefully her friend's name would get published in the papers somewhere! But she really should be paying more attention to her rather dreamy date, because he was the reason she was out and about in the first place! Dianna could just not thank him enough.
"Let's dance," she said with a wide grin, "then you can avoid all the questions and I can show you off!"
Because he was her date now, hers, and she had to let anyone she might possibly know that was in attendance who she was here with, and let them see how handsome and sweet he was. Dianna grabbed his hand and led (pulled) Felix toward the dance floor. She hadn't danced in heels in quite some time, but she was sure she could handle it.
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