Novel & Cerita Dance Sans

Chapter 12 Courtney POV We left to prepare for the next test,it the Dance of Grace (All noble ladies learnt it since they were little,it a graceful dance that needs the use of your waist and hands) "Milady what are we supposed to do?" Reena was panicking "What? Is there any problem?"I asked confused. " You don't know the dance of grace,you never had chance to do learn it" "Oh! Is that it? I can just tell Her Highness,I can't do it" I shurg

Joanne admitted defeat and my ego perked up a notch. We ate lunch and Conor suggested I learn a new dance just so I could say that I was semi productive today. The new dance was called Samba and it was pretty fast paced next to some of the other dances. We spent several hours working on this dance. Just to mix it up a little, Bart was the one who showed me the steps while Joanne and Conor nitpicked us from the side lines.

She soon engaged in sultry rhythmic hip gyrations and body rolls. Thane was intrigued by Color Red. The dancer moved with confidence, radiating a magnetic energy that commanded attention. Her sensual rhythms ignited as her hips sway, arms weave, and body moved in fluid harmony. Seduction dripped from her every step, equalling a tantalizing fusion of grace and desire. The dancer's curves created an irresistible invitation for him to have her. He noticed that his brothers were equally interested in her as their focus was glued to her dance.

The moment his eyes landed on me, his jaw tightened. “Miss Lila,” he said, voice controlled but with a rough edge. “You’re pushing the boundaries of appropriate attire again.” I smiled innocently and did a slow spin, letting the dress flare up just enough to flash the lace edge of my panties. “I thought dancers were supposed to wear something that allows freedom of movement, Instructor,” I replied sweetly. “Does this not give you enough… access?” His grey eyes darkened. “On the floor. We’re working on salsa today. Fast rhythm, strong connection, hip movement.”

I said truthfully but of course leaving out the details of dancing with a sexy stranger. "Like that?" He questioned and I shot him a look. "What exactly do you mean by that?, like what Dan?" he closed his mouth quickly. "No Dan, you can finish the sentence because I want to hear it." I really wanted him to say it so I wouldn't feel bad about dancing on another man. "It's 12 am Cerena, you didn't call or text me to inform me of your whereabouts." I took off my dress, walking back into the room. Dan was shirtless showing off his nice but tattoo-less body.

Matthew drops down on one knee with his hand extended towards Naomi. -"Well then, would you give me the honor to dance with me, little princess?" She balks for a moment before holding his hand. Matthew mind-links the band and they begin to play The Blue Danube by Johann Strauss II. Their figures are disproportional, but they still make a cute pair.

Jesse said, following close. “Look bro, I think the absolute best thing you could do here is just blow it off. Act like last night didn’t happen. Go to her, tell her she looks amazing. Dance with her. Show her you can be here, that it doesn’t bother you to be here even if you’re coming out of your skin,” Dough said, his hand on my shoulder. “I don’t even know how to fucking dance,” I said, under my breath. I’d normally never be caught dead trying to dance, it was just a bad idea. I was also terrified I’d accidentally levitate or move too fast and someone would see. That was a huge fear. Having to constantly think about my every movement was so draining.

Give a rat’s ass? “Darn?” she supplied. “Yes. Darn. I don’t give a darn.” His mouth curved. “Now will you please come dance?” It wasn’t like he was fucking dying to dance. Hell, he was a dude. He hated dancing. But the opportunity to press Sarah against him and see those long legs moving in that short skirt? He was totally on board for that. “Well, all righty then,” she said happily. “Lessdance.” She got to her feet and nearly knocked the table over as she stood, and Drake reached out to help her.

' Jones Davis was amused by his polite but slightly affected gesture, but he still reached out with a face. 'I'd love to.' When Jones Davis was ready to dance, he discovered that the dance here was not a classic waltz, but a Russian dance, with a gorgeous and chic posture and full of vigor. But she is not good at it and has never learned such a dance. When the music started, everyone around us was already dancing, but Jones Davis didn't move. She pays close attention to the gestures of people around her, but she is too dazzled to see clearly at all.

She turned to give the Elder a smile and ran off. Anna got home and didn't bother to knock, she barged in and what she saw, only made her more mad than she already was. Three pair of eyes settled on her as she stood by the door, her skirt was tied to settle on her knee, she looked more like a mad woman, and her glares sent shiver down the groom's spine. "Oh...I'm sorry, my daughter doesn't actually dress like this, I don't know what's wrong with her... " Diana chuckled nervously as she came to stand beside her fuming daughter.