The Last Dance Novels & Stories

Which is more vodka than anything. “Business.” Is all he says and I nod my head, not really interested, as I want to dance some more. I stand up, and Lola follows as we go back to the dance floor. Dancing with her to DNA Loving You by Billie Gillies. I get lost in the music once more when I feel hands move to my waist. I stiffen slightly, but for some reason, I relax as I dance back into who it is. I turn my head and see the most gorgeous man I have ever seen.

"To Mom and Jason. Thanks for showing her that it's okay to be happy again." There wasn't a dry eye at the table as we raised our glasses in response. As the evening progressed, the formalities gave way to celebration. The dance floor filled with guests moving to the music provided by the small band we'd hired. Jason and I shared our first dance to "At Last," the Etta James classic. "Happy?" he murmured against my ear as we swayed together with my head resting on his shoulder and his arms secure around my waist. "Beyond words," I replied, lifting my face to his. The kiss we shared then was different from the one at the altar.

This is the last time we'll see each other in such a personal way. Roberth agrees, and firmly says: - I'll give you your kiss, and that's my final decision. He kisses Amanda passionately and hugs her amicably. She pushes him away, trying to hold back tears, and looks at him coldly. - So that's it. Good luck, Roberth. Goodbye. Be happy with your fiancée. Good luck with that, see you around, Mr. Daddy's boy. - Is that your closure, Amanda? – he says, startled.

After Dae had finished our makeup, we called a cab to stay close to the house so I'll be able to avoid the paparazzi drama this evening. All through the ride to the club after a safe exit from the house, we were just singing along to almost all of Major Lazer's songs because they were Dae's favorite. I fixed up my dancing heels immediately after we got into the club, facing a guy, I started dancing with him and I was having fun knowing tonight may be the last day of my freedom. I was so engrossed in the dance that I didn't get to see the person that stood beside me ready to punch the guy off my back until he grabbed my hand and turned me to face him.

I said as I smile and look at them, I peek at the side where my crazy relatives are to see them looking so pale and angry making me smirks. We moved to the next which is dancing. Sammantha pulls Henry and they dance a love tango. I smirk really pissed as I watch them dance in a seductive manner. When the two walk down the stage, Henry starts to walk towards me when I walk away towards my butlers Zyrem and Clide. I whisper to them as they bow. I walk towards Mera and whisper to her. Mera smiles as I take another glass of wine on the table and drinks it straight. Mera follows me on the stage with a deadly smile on her lips. We whisper to Jake who smiles and nods. Jake and his team played Promi

Luckily, Jeremy didn't hear it. Soon, another announcement rang with the clock striking eight. It said that because of the cloudy skies outside, the last dance will be held half an hour ahead of the set time. Roy and Jeremy had finished their food by now and listened to the announcement. As the music bounced in, people ditched their food and began clustering in the hall for the Last Dance of the evening. The Prince and Taylor just like in the waltz, joined hands and began dancing with the other pairs, creating a round of delightful squeals from others.

But, ironically, that same stirring pain on her foot diverted her from the ones inside her chest. One wrong step, and she might not be able to dance anymore. But then, just shortly after the first stomp, Margaux was back in her dancing position again, looking even fiercer as she arched her arms. Who cares if this could be her last dance? No one cared about that dream anyway—not her father, and obviously not even her caro. It wouldn't be too much to ask for her last dance to be the same as Alicia's last, right? It was just a tune that they would be copying, after all—Alla Mia Amata.

WEEKS LATER “Ugh, I don't see a reason why we should be having another ball when it is close to the end of the season. This should be the last one.” Nora groaned as she hit her nail repeatedly with the glass in her hand. Lily smiled at her statement and looked around the room before turning back to Nora. “It might not be that bad.” Lily replied and shrugged, which earned an eye roll and a scoff from Nora. “Of course, you enjoy everything.” Nora scoffed and turned to the dance floor. They both stared at the couples dancing. It was the second to the last ball of the season and it was organised by Lydia’s parents.

Ricardo Tucci suffered from severe prosopagnosia, constantly mistaking me for my best friend, Ella Henderson. At an antique auction, he won the gem brooch I had coveted for years, only to hand the box to Ella. When I pointed out his mistake, he merely shrugged it off. "It's just a piece of jewelry. Since it suits her, she can keep it." At an exclusive gala, Ricardo walked down the red carpet with Ella on his arm, while I, his actual fiancée, was stopped at the doors, left to endure the humiliating stares of high society. Afterward, his excuse was as careless as ever. "My face blindness got in the way again. Sorry you had to deal with that." On my birthday, he promised to drive us to o

"Mine either." We sat there for a minute, not talking, just letting the ordinary sounds of the park fill the space instead, and something about the silence felt less hostile than it had any right to, given everything sitting between us. "I've been looking," I said finally, because I'd promised myself in the car on the way over that I wasn't going to dance around it. "For who it was. I've talked to almost everyone I can think of who was at that party. I haven't found anything."