Stella remained composed and calmly said, "Okay."
She turned to look at Xavier, but he looked pale and extremely embarrassed. He whispered, "Um... Stella... I can't dance the 'Lover.' I'm sorry... Did I embarrass you?"
Stella didn't say anything, nor did she want to blame him.
Emma chimed in, smiling even more smugly. "It seems Mr. Johnson can't help you. What will you do? What now? Nobody else willing to step up? What a joke you are!"
Stella remained silent, her gaze sweeping across the room full of men.
Some young men, attracted by Stella's beauty, wanted to stand up and invite her. But they weren't sure if her dress was a fake. What if it was? They didn't want to risk making fools of themselves alongside her.
Two minutes ticked by, and still, no one asked Stella to dance.
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