Emily’s POV
After dinner and boring speeches and the endless boring conversations, the orchestra began to play a slow, elegant waltz.
Couples sweetly drifted towards the dance floor as their laughter echoed.
Dario appeared beside me. “Dance with me.”
I blinked. “Is that supposed to be a request? Plus.. You think that’s a good idea? After what just..”
“It’s the perfect idea.” His voice was low and a bit intimate. “Let them see what they want. Let them see us.. I want them to see us.”
I hesitated, but his hand was already there, waiting.. The weight of the room’s attention pressed down on me as I placed my hand in his.
He carefully led me to the floor.
The music swelled and his palm rested at my waist, I could clearly feel the heat of it seeping through my gown as he moved with sl
