Alanna clung to her for dear life, hand fisting in the silk of Delia's gown. She needed an anchor. Kissing her desperately, Alanna felt everything disappear. The music from the ball drifted away on the night breeze, leaving a silence broken only by loud heartbeats. She didn't know what to do, had never done anything like this before. Leaning into Delia, she surrendered control. In this and only this, she would let Delia lead.