"Yes, it's …" Emma finally looked at his face. "… Me …" She stared, not knowing what to say to the guy who had kissed her, and who she'd run away from, just a couple of nights before."

He disentangled himself from her to run a hand through his hair, then gave an awkward kind of bow. "If I had known that you were coming to meet me, Miss Jensen, I would have dressed for the occasion.

Emma waved her hand dismissively, realising that he couldn't possibly recognise her from the ball because she was magically disguised. "Call me Emma."

"I will," he inclined his head. He was the perfect gentleman, as he had been the night they danced.