Alexander felt nervous as he took Annie's hand to dance the first dance. It was a ritual, something everyone would have anticipated to watch but he did not feel all too well for such a big role. Annie as usual seemed delighted to have been asked and eagerly took his invitation and walked towards the middle of the ballroom with her head held high.
Alexander met Timothy's eyes and looked at his friend desperately for help but Timothy had only smirked and gave him a wink. Groaning and complaining on the inside, he led Annie the first steps of the dance. He had one hand on her waist and the other clasped to her hands; hands intertwined in what some people would think a passionate way but it was only because he was good at faking. He had been doing it for years now to hide away from something
