That’s when he saw her.
Rather than the pretty pastels the other young ladies wore, she was dressed in scarlet. A color to warn predators that she was not prey. Her ebony hair was piled into an elaborate coif, and her lips were the same color as her gown.
She glided among those gathered, head held high, appraising them as much as they appraised her.
She was a lioness among sheep, and he wanted to dance with her.