Archer smiled and nodded at Isabella's request, the joy in her eyes infectious. The older woman beamed as Isabella playfully tugged him toward the dance floor. Once there, they swayed gently to the music, the vibrant energy of the crowd surrounding them.
Isabella wrapped her arms around him, leaning in close. They found their rhythm on the dance floor as the music pulsed. She twisted away from him, her beautiful laughter ringing as she spun back, her hair flying everywhere.
Archer grinned, unable to resist the energy she gave off, ''Is that all you've got, Aunty Bel?'' he teased, taking a playful step back.
When the older woman heard this, she arched an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her blue eyes. ''Oh, just wait! I will show you, babe.''
