" And then, as if a spell had been broken, Lady Lucinda turned and took a few steps to the right. She peered at the bookshelves—not that she could possibly make out any of the titles in this light—then ran her fingers along the spines. Gregory watched her hand; he didn’t know why. He just watched it as it moved. She was quite elegant, he realized. It wasn’t noticeable at first, because her looks were so wholesome and traditional. One expected elegance to shimmer like silk, to glow, to transfix. Elegance was an orchid, not a simple daisy. But when Lady Lucinda moved, she looked different. She seemed to . . . flow. She would be a good dancer. He was sure of it. "

― Julia Quinn , On the Way to the Wedding (Bridgertons, #8)