When he had asked for her hands, she could have never guessed that he would bring her to the ballroom.
She had been here once when Sharon had brought a male friend. He had held her hands and glided her through the ball room. It was not his eyes that made her uncomfortable but it was hard to follow him. And soon his fascination over her face had died and he realized she had feet heavier than an elephant.
He had grimaced and then glared at her. In the end, it was a disaster.
"I do not enjoy dancing." she trailed in a soft voice as if she was treading a soft ground. He raised a brow. It was clear that he did not trust her words.
"Rubbish, there is no woman in the world who did not enjoy dancing." he was so sure that she opened her mouth and closed it shut.
He was right, she liked dancing. But her dancing was so different from their dancing. They jump and clap and enjoy the moment. Their dancing was more about rules, and long gowns and more rules.
