[ Her smile lights up as he guides her into a twirl, an easy laugh escaping her as her feet sail across the floor. When she whirls back into the circle of his arms, and then moves to step aside, however—
That's when she realizes that she's... stuck, like her legs are made of lead. In that moment, her eyes widen in surprise—but this isn't the first time that she's been caught in the mistletoe's trap, and so she glances up, not quite as surprised by what she sees. ]
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That's when she realizes that she's... stuck, like her legs are made of lead. In that moment, her eyes widen in surprise—but this isn't the first time that she's been caught in the mistletoe's trap, and so she glances up, not quite as surprised by what she sees. ]
Oh, bother...