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Camillie and her father took to the dance floor. Abeni felt a knot forming in her stomach as she watched Dmitry from across the room. He was laughing and talking animatedly with another woman, and it was clear that there was more to their interaction than just friendly conversation. The woman was stunning, with long, curly hair and a figure that made Abeni feel self-conscious about her own curvy frame. As they danced together, Abeni couldn't help but wonder if Dmitry still found her beautiful or if he had already moved on.

My words were barely cold when a group of youngsters joined my parents on the floor in their typical American line dance. “Why don’t you join them?” James asked me as he tapped his foot to the beat. I shook my head and said “I don’t dance.” “Mind if I asked your lady?” he said but was looking at Gwen. “If she doesn’t mind.” I replied after a curious look at her. She held out her hand and joined the man for a dance. For all of two minutes I watched the dance going on, drinking two shots of Jagermeister with James’ friend.

, he said, showing off his braced teeth Misty was tall and rather thin with an assuming mustache on the top of his upper lip. Avila forced a smile, even though she knew it was all a facade. Misty didn't care about her, or any of the other dancers. He only cared about the money they brought in. "Thanks, Misty," said Avila, grabbing her bag and heading for the door. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Eric and Sara watched them from a distance. "They look so good together," Sara remarked. Eric took a swig of whisky and fixed his intense gaze on her. "Care to dance?" He asked, setting down the glass. Sara looked at him, puzzled. Eric extended his hand towards her. "Eric, we're not exactly young..." Sara started. "Dance with me..." Eric insisted, taking her wrist and leading her to the dance floor. Holding her gently, he locked eyes with her as they swayed to the music. The dimmed lights created a more romantic atmosphere, and the music grew softer. Jemma and Jay locked eyes for a prolonged moment.

LISA'S POV I was dancing to butter by BTS. When I heard some gasp behind me. "Wow! Lisa, where did you learn how to dance that way? Janet, one of my co-workers or should I say (co cleaners) , asked me, staring at me surprisingly. "Awwn, haven't you seen me dancing before? I am very good at it, that is one of my favorite things in the world. Do you want me to teach you? I asked her

and the crowd seems to agree with him. Turning fully to me, “may I have this dance miss Downs?” He asked pleading with his eyes, I turned to Dad and he clearly didn't want me to accept but I have a name and reputation to keep, afterall it's just a dance. With a smile I said, “why not Mr Winston,” loudly I said, “but dancing with me doesn't guarantee you'll be one of my suitors.” I could hear the crowd laugh and immediately the music began again. Daniel brought out his hands for me to take but Dad held me back before I could place my hands on his,

Silvers POV “Dance with me,” Elliot said, taking hold of my hand. My cheeks flushed at his words. I looked around and saw that others were dancing with their partners as well. Everybody dressed elegantly and the music was remotely classical. Elliot pulled me to the dance floor and wrapped me in his arms. I wrapped my arms around him and twirled me around with ease. I smiled up at him as he moved around the dance floor effortlessly. I hardly noticed the gathering crowd until the song was ending and a new one was starting.

She could hear laughter on the other side—bright and light and full of joy. "I can give her that," she said. "I can give her the dance. But I can't promise she won't see through me." "She won't." Dante opened the door. "Because you're going to be the best dance instructor she has ever had. And for one month, you're going to pretend you're just a woman who loves to dance." He stepped aside, and Zara walked through the door. --- Amara Nwosu was even more beautiful than her photograph.

“Forgive me. You just… you look a lot like someone I used to know.” “I get that a lot,” she said with a gentle laugh, but her body had gone rigid. “I’m Richard Anderson.” She nodded as though she already knew. “Camilla Jones.” “Would you…” I hesitated. “Would you dance with me?” She studied me for a second too long. Something flickered in her expression. Conflict? Shock? Or something deeper she was trying to bury? Finally, she nodded. I led her to the dance floor, and the music shifted to something slower. Softer. I placed a hand on the small of her back, another in her palm.

I shrugged at her. “Hey there ladies, I couldn’t help but see you staring at me.” He looks from Ally to me. “We couldn’t resist, you were too good to look at.” Ally replied to him, as she took each inch of him in. He smiled at her but his eyes instantly went to me. “I couldn’t help but notice your beauty,” he said looking me up and down, “would you like to dance?” “Um,” I hesitated as Ally answered for me, “yes she would!”