ANNA
WHEN WE reached the dance floor, he swept me to a slow turn in the middle where couples had already started to dance, then snatched a kiss from my lips. I gave him a warning look. He’s been doing that the whole night. “Lanz... why are you acting like a damn schoolboy tonight?”
“I’m just happy about how you seem to be enjoying the night, too. And I’m so in love with you.” Then he pulled me to him and whispered in my ear. “They like you, too. You’re a success, my love.”
“Is that really important?” I asked him.
“It is because you’ll not have to needlessly worry anymore about coming with me to other events.” He snatched another kiss from my lips, and then kissed the hand he held before he held my waist to him. “It’s a cause for relief.”
I remembered the wardrobe and I knew he was th
