Viktoria POV
I was standing self-consciously earlier beside one of the pillars, clutching my small purse. I didn’t want to dance with anyone, certainly not with Elon who's been irritatingly uninspiring lately. I just wanted to disappear from here and pretend this whole evening never happened. Since Marco asked me to join, it's only respectful to wait until it ends. He's still my alpha, asshole or not.
But Elon had tried.
“It’s against party etiquette for a lady to stand without dancing,” he’d said with a smug smile.
I’d looked around, and annoyingly, he was right. The entire hall was a swirl of color and motion, of ladies gliding in elegant gowns, men guiding them with confident hands, driving them around the dance floor. Only a handful of men stood around talking. Even Kyra is sp
