“A waitress had joined the gathering throng; was cruising with a bottle of fizz, topping glasses, all bright-eyed and shiny. Sarah guessed someone had once told her her eyes were her best feature, because she was holding them open wider than natural. God, the hoops you had to jump through. It was a wonder foot binding had slipped off the agenda. She remembered Ginger Rogers’ remark: that she’d made the same moves Fred did, only backwards, wearing heels.”
