"Come on, don't be a kill joy..." Lhea pushed the woman towards her husband, chuckling at the two. With a swift move the middle aged man pulled his wife towards the dancing floor, interlacing his fingers with her. A smirk teased his wife who was shocked by the same intensity of the pull. "You didn't change a bit." Margaret commented after coming out of the trance of dumbness and shock.
"Give me a chance, I can exactly show you how much I haven't changed honey.." the man whispered near her ear, a sharp aur blew against her shoulders which were slightly exposed to the chilly temperature. The woman stood rooted, not able to handle the change of hormones in her husband.
Meanwhile.
