The Last Dance Novels & Stories

April was marveled by how the decorations had turned out. The wedding hall was beautifully decorated with the finest of ornaments and the whole place screamed luxury. Well, it was meant to be luxurious since it was the wedding of London's youngest billionaire, Mateo Hades. April had just graduated from college and got a job as an intern in L' couture; an event planning firm and one month into working for them, she was lucky enough to be given a big role. She knew she had to do her best to impress her madame.

Two dances meant Emily might not get the last and that she didn't like, couldn't allow. She went up to them, whispered something into the woman's ear, then took her place next to him as they watched the woman reluctantly walk away. "Last dance," she said, all but falling into his arms. He caught her and held her up to him, chuckling softly into her ear. "One of these days you're going to have to tell me what you say to them. She was all set to—" "I'm way too drunk for you to get laid tonight. I can't have daddy see me like this. Last dance!" she insisted.

"Now please no more talking at the table." They obeyed and focused on their food. ~~~~~ The time was 1:28 and the men were ready and waiting for the ladies to show up, and Diane came to join them soon after. Sarah, Wanda and Maya were all in one room trying on different beach wear, the younger ladies spent close to an hour doing their hair, doing makeup and bonding. Wanda was liking the sisters, and they were liking her too, especially Maya. She had tried to keep her distance from them since they won't ever see each other after the contract ended but she couldn't help it, the sisters were too funny and sweet to ignore.

"I know you want to look for the girl, but you need to forget about her. You don't know her name and you have no way of contacting her. For all you know, she's probably beneath or on top of someone else right now. You need to move on. " Aliya seems to process my words for a minute before nodding and raising her glass, clicking it against mine. "To the last night. " "To the last night. " I repeat before pouring the alcohol down my throat. After another shot of the alcohol, we are in high spirits and we move to the dance floor. We throw our hands in the air, mess with our hairs and move our hips along to the beat of Chase Atlantic booming around the room and somehow, I go from dancing with my

Adira said while telling me so many excuses but I don't want to get off the dance floor. "Okay. This is the last one. Let's dance for once. Here is our drinks. Drink and dance wife. Please. Your husband is really very much interested to dance with you." I said while picking two glass of soft drinks from the tray that waiter was carrying and roaming around the dance floor. "This one is last Dylan. We shall go after it." Adira said while holding the glass of soft drink from my hand.

[Didn't get to say this earlier, but I'm out of forgiveness cards. [Let's get a divorce.] My phone started blowing up right after.

Dami said immediately, His laughter that followed warmed my heart. ••• “Now! We’ll go into the next activities immediately!” Dami announced as soon as we were done with the trivia. “Couples, show us your best moves!” He said and the crowd erupted in excited screams. The DJ spun up Burna Boy’s “Last Last”. “Ahhh, no! no! no! Breakfast ke!” The couples said shaking their heads and refusing to dance. The audience erupted in laughter and the DJ immediately changed it to another music. The couples took turns dancing. I couldn’t help but laugh as the Santa-hat couple attempted zanku and leg work dances, their antics sending the crowd into hearty laughter. My cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

“All right, folks, we’re starting to wind up here. One last dance, a special song chosen by the happy couple to send their loved ones off with.” They started a slow, older love song, and Killian and Sera floated to the middle of the dance floor. I’d never seen Killian smile this much. It would be kind of creepy, if he didn’t look so over the moon. I turned, and Tom stood behind me. “Last dance?” he asked. I melted into his arms. Despite the dress, and the drinking, and the delicious dinner that made me so full I barely felt like I fit in my shoes anymore, everything made sense in his arms. I leaned my head against his chest and listened to the steady rhythm of his heart.

And I only have a minute left before my five-minute music ends. In the middle of our slow dance, while we exchanged a heart-to-heart conversation about getting married, the music stopped all of a sudden. A man, probably in his thirties, wearing an expensive suit walked passed through us, smiled at me wholeheartedly, and snatched the microphone from the host of the event. "Ten million dollars in cash to save the last dance for Yvanna Summer." His unexpected announcements caused everyone's eyes and jaws to drop to the ground, including mine and Justine's.

“There's no sexual tension, but I'll admit, there is some tension between us. How can you act towards someone after they kissed you and you ran away and moved to California? I never saw him again after the party.” The annual Last Dance Party was always held during the last night of the school year and always had different themes for each year. It was beautiful, magical, and memorable. Much memorable for Eloise Kingston during the last night of her ninth grade. Dancing and laughing around with her friendly date, Jethro Lewis. The laughing died down a bit when the music for a slow dance was played. A huge smile was on Jethro's face as he held up his hand. “Dance with me, Lou?”