The champagne in my system swirled around and loosened all of my worries. They’d floated away somewhere in the distance of my mind.

I didn’t care about my sister showing up or if the Capellos were going to retaliate. I was being whisked around the dancefloor by a very serious Fletcher.

He took dancing way more seriously than I thought he would. His brows were pulled inward between his dark eyes, and he watched his feet like a child learning to dance for the first ...