Ethan's POV
“Thank you, Mr. President, for your welcoming remarks. Now, may I request the couple to head to the dance floor for their couple’s dance?” Ethan stood up and offered his hand to Athena, which she gladly took it. They waltz around the dancefloor perfectly, and for the finale, Ethan twirled Athena away from him so she could twist back into his arms, and they could end it with a kiss. But as soon as she twirled away, the lights suddenly turned off. “What is going on?” Athena muttered, stopping in the middle, blinded by the darkness.
Ethan wondered why the lights suddenly turned off. This was not part of their dance routine.
“Dammit,” He muttered in frustration. Someone had surpassed his tight security.
At first, the guests thought dimming the lights was part of the program, but when they heard gunshots and a woman screaming, they knew they were in trouble, and the guests started panicking.
