'I am just happy I can dance with you, Joanna.'
'Too happy to have my first dance with you, wife.'
Staring straight at the radiant eyes that were smiling at her tenderly, while recalling all the flattering words that seeped into her ears, Joanna felt her heart, which had pounded wildly in her chest, pounded even more, which made her have an urge to break free from the arms that engulfed her. But she could not do that.
She had to stay in his arms, refraining from doing anything that would increase distance between them because she had to take responsibility for what she had done that impacted the reputation of the man, who seemed not to care about anything but the dance at the moment.
"About what we heard in the front hall... I am sorry…"
Joanna attempted to switch the focus of the man, who did not seem to have any interest in stopping from distracting her steps anytime soon with a subject that she had kept in her mind.
