Winter admit what had happened earlier was humiliating. Almost absurdly so.

She had been raised on etiquette and decorum, taught by the finest instructors her father could hire. Her friends at school used to tease her for being 'too perfect' and her teachers praised her for her flawless manners. Then since becoming Luna, she had refined those skills even further. Something as simple as a dance should have been effortless to her.

And yet, it had happened.

That awful misstep. That ...