Once Paige was gone, Blake turned to Bianca and apologized, “Sorry about that. She’s getting older and loves playing matchmaker. Please don’t take it personally.”
“I understand,” Bianca replied with a sympathetic smile. It was typical of women like Paige to enjoy matchmaking.
At that moment, Blake, tall and strong, leaned forward slightly. He extended his right hand toward Bianca invitingly, offering her a warm smile.
“Would you like to join me for a dance?”
Bianca watched as many guests danced on the lawn to the enchanting music.
Dancing wasn’t exactly her cup of tea. As she was about to decline, an unexpected push from behind caused her to stumble right into Blake, who caught her hands just in time.
Looking up, she found herself gazing into Blake’s warm and expressive eyes.
“Bianc
