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“Follow my lead. I’ll talk you through it,” Anton said to Blanche.
She took a deep breath. Her dancing experience was limited to two balls, decades ago. She could manage a waltz and a polka, but the thought of a tango or rhumba tied her insides in knots.
The music started, and Anton counted her in. “Three-two-one, here we go.”
She faltered and then his calming voice was in her ear, “One, two, three, one, two, three, very good, well done, Blanche …”
She relaxed into his arms. All her fear of making a fool of herself ebbed away. Helena was Anton’s usual dancing partner. What did she think about Blanche being here tonight?
Helena whirled by in the arms of another man. She fluttered her fingers towards Blanche and gave a broad smile. Maybe Helena wasn’t the jealous type. Not that ther
