Amelia’s POV
I looked at Amy, surprised by her boldness in running to me through the crowd. She wanted me to dance with her dad, which I wasn’t sure was a great idea, especially given how annoyed Ian was looking, but I couldn’t deny that my heart liked the thought of dancing in Damien’s arms.
When Damien came running after her, stopping only a few feet from us, he looked up and our eyes met.
We were frozen in time for a moment, simply looking at each other. Then, Damien stepped even closer, close enough to place his hand on Amy’s shoulder.
“Honey, it’s rude to interrupt people when they are dancing,” he said.
“They didn’t look like they were having fun,” Amy pointed out, and she’d been right.
Ian was a talented dancer, very well practiced and technical, but a dance like that lacked p
