A wave of relief passed over Cecilia when the princess accepted the dance. Whether Elena had noticed Lady Jacquelyn was an impostor or not, she gave no outward indication of it. Two women dancing together was not widely conventional, but it wasn't something that people would look at as very strange. Cecilia smirked as Elena led her to the center of the dance floor. A few dances, a few glasses of champagne, and an excuse for fresh air would render the plan was as good as successful. In the meantime, she would enjoy the party and keep her eyes peeled for other targets. There were riches to be had here and Cecilia's greed was at its peak. 
	
"Yes, thank you, Mera is quite lovely," she replied. And it was. Mera was her home, and there was nothing in the world quite like it. The beaches had sand so white it was almost blinding to look at and the water that crashed upon its shores was so clear you could see right to the bottom for almost a mile before it turned into a brilliant blue the color of fresh cut sapphires. The band was playing a happy tune and Cecilia couldn't help but get lost in the dance. It was the most fun she had had in years. She twirled the princess and then twirled herself, the close proximity of the princess making her the slightest bit uncomfortable although she didn't know why. Perhaps it was because Elena was royalty, something almost unreachable, like a star in the heavens. The dance ended and the guests clapped for a wonderful dance. Cecilia was enjoying herself so much she forgot why she was there. Her smile went from ear to ear and her gray eyes twinkled with excitement. 
	
The dance had left her actually quite parched and she eyed the floor for passing servants carrying wine and champagne. She grabbed two glasses of champagne, handing one to the princess. "You dance beautifully, Princess, but I find myself a bit out of breath. Would you like to accompany me onto the balcony?" This was it, the plan was in motion. Her stomach churned with anticipation.