Dante wrapped his hand around Laina's waist. He interlocked their free hands together.
"I don't have anywhere else to be," he replied with a grin, "So I guess I'll stay. Shall we dance, Princess Laina?"
You could not deny that Dante had some smooth moves. He casually guided Laina back into the ballroom and onto the dance floor. As the music accompanied them in the background, Dante and Laina danced the night away.
Laina was nervous. Her palms were sweating and she was afraid she might step on Dante's feet. Lady Luck must have been shining down upon her as they danced. As they danced, Laina grew more confident over time.
In Dante's company, everything felt right. She felt safe in his arms. Everything else in the background faded away. To Laina, the entire dance floor was theirs and there was no one else. Dante, on the other hand, was deeply enamored of Laina.
