transformed the town hall into an altogether different place, in order to honor Theo for his heroic deeds.
“Ladies and Gentlemen! Please do your best to crowd on the other side of the room, as Theo and Lili enter from this end,” one clerk said, gesturing the crowd onto the other side of the tent. The crowd mostly consisted of young couples, though some adventurous old ones made it out that night. Elsa couldn't remember the last time her village put on a dance, as Father O'Grady and the others made it clear parties put you on a dangerous path. But this was a special time, and the town jumped at the opportunity for ceremonial engagements, given their rarity.
As half the town poured into the tent from one end, Elsa looked around the familiar faces for signs of Theo. But he was nowhere to be found.
“Elsa, girl! Get over here!” Chloe said from across the room, Sarah right behind her. Priscilla trailed behind them as a third wheel, her eyes perpetually rolled back in her head. Elsa looked away, wishing she could be left alone. She loved the girls, but this was not the time to play their silly games. Elsa's mind was preoccupied.
Chloe grabbed her arm and shoved it around her own neck, as the music in the background started. A small six-member concerto, with two violins, one cello, a single flute, and two harps, played a hymn for the people to dance to. As the band started up the entire congregation stood around, giving indication they didn't know how to dance. Chloe put her hands on Elsa's hips, laughing at they began swaying back and forth to the music.
“You never thought I would be your dancer partner, did you?” Chloe asked, as Elsa tried to ignore her, continuing to scan the room for any sign of Theo. She was sure all her intuitions about Theo yesterday were mistaken, and the growing vileness in her heart clouded her judgment. But, then again, she was sure Theo had feelings for her. Just when Elsa was about to give up on Theo and go home to crawl into bed, a man's hand touched her on the shoulder. From Chloe's expression, Elsa could sense it was Theo. Her heart leapt with joy and she turned to him, his beautiful smile there to greet her.
“May I have this dance?” he asked her. Elsa nodded in agreement, putting her hands on his shoulder. Her fingers felt electrified as she ran them over the ridge of his muscular frame, trying not to give her attraction to him away. Elsa locked her gaze on the back of the tent, near the banister where two chairs sat. She knew Father O'Grady put them there for Theo and Lili, thinking for some reason that O'Grady wanted the two together romantically.
“Why won't you look at me?” Theo asked her, trying to lock eyes with her, but she kept shifting away, angry.
“Why are you here?” she finally asked him.
This time he looked away, as if Elsa could see right through him. But the truth was that she couldn't. Elsa didn't know what Theo wanted. She couldn't figure out whether he wanted Lili, whether he was using Elsa, playing her for some cheap trick. Or maybe Theo had an even more evil motive, perhaps to infiltrate the village with his friends from the Forest. She just didn't know. And before Theo could answer Elsa, Father O'Grady interrupted them.
“My dear Theo!” O'Grady said, pushing Elsa away from them, as Theo held onto her hand longer than she expected him to. “Theo, it's time for your commemoration,” and with that, O'Grady guided Theo, who had several inches in height on the rotund minister, through the maze of people to the stage area. Once there, Theo stood behind Father O'Grady like a marble statue, immobile and resolute. “My beautiful congregation. Standing next to me is the man who saved our dear Lili, the man who wishes to stay with us in our community. Don't you think it's the least we can do for him, given what he's given us?” The crowd erupted in cheers. Father O'Grady rushed to the side of the stage, grabbing