Ella
His hand settled at my waist the same way it always had, three years of memory rising up so fast I had to concentrate on the music just to keep my feet moving in time with it.
"You dance well," Adrian said, guiding me into the first turn with the same easy confidence I remembered from a dozen galas exactly like this one, back when I still thought that confidence was something to admire rather than something to survive.
"I had a good teacher."
"DeLuca?" He glanced across the floor to where Kylian stood in conversation with an older couple, watching us without quite watching us, the way I'd learned he did when he wanted to appear composed and wasn't entirely managing it. "Didn't peg him for the dancing type."
"People surprise you." I kept my voice light, easy, the exact register Ca
