"This is just perfect for chasing away the darkness tonight, isn't it?"
I smiled, stepping out of Murphy's embrace. I followed the rhythm of the music, waving my arms and swaying my hips, dancing to the beat.
Murphy watched me dance, and for once, he smiled.
"Didn't you say you weren't good at dancing? Looks like you're doing pretty well."
I burst out laughing. "Are you saying my clumsy moves look great?"
Murphy paused for a moment before replying, "They're... unique."
"Dancing at a club isn't as formal as at a ball. Even if I'm not coordinated, I can still have fun, which is why I love dancing here."
Murphy looked puzzled. "Is that why you have this music box? To turn your home into a club whenever you want?"
I laughed. "It was a gift from my dad for my sixteenth birthday. When he
