Melissa reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, an uneasy smile crossed her lips.
"Sorry that I have to disappoint you, Mr. Williams," she said, her voice steady despite the storm brewing inside her. "But I don't know how to dance."
With that, she turned on her heels, each step echoing her resolve, as she ignored the cold and sullen gaze of Evans Reynolds.
Williams let out a playful shrug.
"Come on… It's just one dance! And she's not even willing to. I guess our future cooperation won't be pleasant at all." He smirked, exchanging glances with Evans, who looked more like a storm cloud than a man.
Then he turned and looked at Evans and chuckled.
"Mr Reynolds, your the first in the elite class you have such a messy divorce."
Evans's heart sank further as he watched Melissa leave, her dress flowing behind her like liquid moonlight. His expression turned even more downcast.
