CLOUDLET

ENYO: A ghost with a refined taste for ballroom dancing is not really common. How did it go last year?

DESPINA: Nightmare! It was the Plagues of Egypt!

ENYO: The water turned red, the frogs came, got dark or it was up to the death of the firstborn? A domestic ghost cannot be so ferocious because of only a few missteps!

DESPINA: That was such a shame!

ENYO: Don’t get upset, all have long forgotten about it. Just forget about it as well.

DESPINA: Forgotten? Forget? Forget that my own fiancé was so knock-kneed he ran into Horace, Horace’s tray flew out of his hands smack into the large mirror and transformed it into shards? That my practically husband was dumb enough to keep trying to dance until he hit the table and the cake fell right on me! That the neighbor's daughter came with dessert spoon in her hand and said, O my sweet, this is probably not a man for you, shall I help you a bit!

ENYO: I'm afraid to imagine what you answered.

DESPINA: I offered her to take him, if she thought he was right for her.

ENYO: You presented him to her on a platter, I hope the whole, not just individual parts. I guess she prudently refused, the cavalier doing the same. What happened to them after that? Where did you hide the remains?

DESPINA: Married and expecting in few days. If I'm lucky, this year's ball will coincide with the birth and they will not drag themselves but let it be. They said that they would do everything possible to come. If that happens, I hope they will be the only trouble, everything is arranged. No improvisations. From London a ballroom dancing champion is coming.

ENYO: Not coming.

DESPINA: What do you mean “not coming”?

ENYO: Horace said your champion called while you were gone. With the excuse that he had broken a leg and could not come. Unfortunately he could not offer suitable replacement on such short notice. Horace asked me if I could lead a cotillon.

DESPINA: Can you?

ENYO: Not yet, but there is time till Saturday.

DESPINA: You will learn cotillon until Saturday?

ENYO: How about you?

DESPINA: I ... I only need to dust mine. But I will not prevent you from attending classes. Just curious, who you would invite for a teacher, that friend of yours?

ENYO: No that butler of yours.

DESPINA: But he is a butler, not dance teacher.

ENYO: It is prerogative of the management is to assign additional tasks to staff depending on their qualifications. By the way, Hortensia says that you have fantastic skills in pastry, like your mother and your grandmother.

DESPINA: Ghost loves sweets. There should always be sweets.

ENYO: Oh, gods, no ghosts around you that love whiskey for a change? Or at least a gin and tonic.

DESPINA: My grandfather claimed that ours was exactly the type. For ever promised to show it to me. I thin