Clare wanted to follow the rules of this event. So, she slipped on her heels and had one final check before leaving home. To her horror, the hem of her gown dangled desperately close to her fingertips. Any long stride, bend, or dance move would pull the hem centimetres up her thigh. She had a plan—short steps and graceful movements. But as soon as she walked up the steps to the Methodist Church hosted dance, a figure blocked her entrance.