Ava's POV
My boss was growing impatient as we lingered, signaled from afar, urging me to take the lead on the dance floor. Time was running out, and he wasn't happy with my hesitation.
I cleared my throat nervously. "I'm... sorry. Let’s just dance," I muttered. The strange man sighed and pulled me gently to the middle of the dance floor, and the lights dimmed around us.
Since this man was clearly an important figure, both in society and at Lavenda’s club, everyone else stepped back, leaving the stage for us.
"Keep the music going," my boss commanded the band, and the music resumed. As we danced, the man started asking me questions, which took me by surprise. There was something in the way he spoke—it felt like he knew something about me that I didn’t quite understand yet.
"Were you bo
