Great suggestion.
But being able to think about last night would've required either seeing the future or, at the very least, knowing how to read the room.
Now, normally, Oliver Mylor could manage both. Granted, his version of "seeing the future" usually involved imagining something completely unhinged and somehow willing it into existence by the grace of a slightly deranged universe. Still, it counted.
Unfortunately, there were just times when his brain refused to cooperate. Like when he was faced with an alarming number of harmless-looking flowers.
Obviously, that explanation probably made absolutely no sense.
Because to understand what had really happened, it'd be best to look into the auctioned dances that had been delayed by their unexpected match.
