A knot grew tighter in Dalton’s stomach as his mother marched him back to the ballroom. There was no longer any music to gently urge guests to dance. They were all probably too consumed with tonight’s latest gossip to enjoy the gala still underway.
They could dance together, Dalton and Robert, if the music started again. Dalton had been taught. He’d never been the most graceful, but he could move across the floor without stepping on his partner’s toes or butting heads.
Dalton knew how to play piano, too. Quite well, actually. He could let Robert know that. It could help. They wouldn’t have to hire anyone to play for any events they might host. Something that didn’t matter much since Dalton’s inheritance should be enough to last them two lifetimes. If anything, he’d make sure his husband
