I’m joined by more of the Dolls as I make my way into line in the hallway and wait. The boys were in one line and I was I was in line with the rest of the girls as we waited for the doors to open and for us to put on our performance. I am seventy-third in line, as I always am and my dance partner is standing next to me with his eyes glued forward.

I kept my eyes riveted to the girl’s head in front of me. I didn’t know her name. Only the Duke knew the names of people. And he gives you a new name when you get here anyway. I’m Doll #73a-Cinderella. I’m not a Doll. My name is Honor.

The doors open and the lines begin to move as soft music makes its way to my ears & I feel like screaming. But the music has its effect on me like it does every time. I begin to sway to the music as I make my way into the ballroom made of glass & mirrors. This is the most frequented part of the Dollhouse since the Duke loves a good dance.

I feel a hand at my waist and shut my eyes as I begin a waltz. I know the Duke is watching.