The celebration had started as music blared from the lively band, spreading across the enormous enclosed space around them.
"Can we dance now?" Kiev suddenly showed up at their table after talking with Amaira and some of his friends.
He extended his hand to her like a true gentleman, waiting for her to acknowledge his request. With a sweet smile, she placed the tip of her fingers on his soft palm and allowed him to guide her into the middle of the dance floor.
Looking down at the top of the head of the boy, Avana smiled at his confidence. "Where did you learn how to dance?" Avana asked.
Although the boy still felt awkward in his movement, he still knew what he was doing as his short arms tried to guide her to the rhythm of the music.
"Aunt Cathy taught us a few steps. I practiced with Amaira." Pointing to the girl that was also dancing with some other kid.
