For a moment, there was a deathly silence, and Issac's face seemed to take on a crimson hue of anger. Although perhaps it was just the colour of the lights for the party. Hugo's hand was placed in a decent position just above my waist, demonstrating a gentleman's restraint, not on my bottom. Issac took a step closer, but the next moment I stood in the middle, not wanting to make a mess. I put my hand on Issac's chest, and I fixed my serious gaze on his face.
"Issac, one dance." My calm voice filled the surroundings.
Issac's gaze explored my face as if searching for something. Before my eyes, his face changed and the corner of his lips turned up. He turned on his heel, soon disappearing between the crowds that swayed to the rhythm of the waltz. I returned my attention to Hugo and then c
