Angela nodded and was about to say something in response to Finn's kind offer of help when someone suddenly bumped into her forcefully from behind. It nearly sent her tumbling to the floor on all fours. Luckily, Finn was quick enough to catch and steady her.
But before Angela could fully regain her balance, the brute who had bumped into her grabbed her wrist and murmured, "May I have this dance, miss?"
It was Dexter.
Even with his dark costume and makeup, his commanding presence and those deep-set, piercing eyes gave his identity away immediately.
Why couldn't he leave her alone?
Finn hadn't recognized Dexter's voice. Holding onto Angela's hand, he looked Dexter in the eye and said, "She's my partner for this evening, sir."
Inwardly, Angela cursed like a sailor vehemently. Still, she chose not to acknowledge Dexter. She pretended as if she didn't recognize him either.
"Oh, really?" Dexter fixed his gaze on her, his eyes flashing dangerously. "So, do you like him?"
Angela wan
