Donna had never been to a royal ball before. Everywhere she looked were beautiful women in stunning gowns, and dashing men in perfectly cut suits.
The ballroom itself was a study in splendour; wide windows framed by heavy velvet curtains, a stage with a full orchestra, tables covered in snow-white cloths arranged around the dance floor, liveried serving staff gliding about with trays of hors d’ouvres and glasses of champagne…
The Doctor offered her his arm. “Shall we dance?”
“Why not?” Raising her skirts with one hand, Donna glided down the steps. She planned to make the most of tonight.