'Clink, clink, clink…'
Everyone turned to Linus and he stopped tapping his champagne flute and took control of the party, "Why make this evening boring? Let's invite the star of the night, Anya, and her husband, Alvin to set the stage with their graceful dance moves."
Anya was bewildered as soon as she heard the word dance. Krystle cracked up into silent laughter pitying Anya.
Setting his champagne flute on the table, Alvin made his way to Anya, like a predator hunting its prey. He elegantly extended his hand to her. His smoldering gaze took her under his spell, "May I have this dance, my dear wife?"
Anya almost smiled at his grace and his velvety voice that had the power to make her nod. She took a step closer and the balls moved. Getting out of her trance, she lied, "Alvin, I'm tired." She can't let him know about her talk with Krystle.
