Balqis’s POV
I danced like there was no tomorrow again tonight. Nirvana was behind me, backing each dance up and was wearing a mask like me.
All these while, the whole crowd was cheering, the man sitting in the deep corner of the parlour wasn’t reacting.
I wondered what kind of man he was. Throughout the entire performance, he sat motionless, watching me dance. Something about him interests me, but I dare not move closer to him.
However, after two hours, my body has stared to become giddy and reluctant to heed to my response.
My mask only concealed my identity but never my pregnancy and I could hear some men already whispering how a pregnant dancer could still perform this well.
When I felt I can’t take it anymore, I stumbled out of the dancefloor, coughing and clutching my ches
