The dance is pleasant and grand, with an awesome East Asian theme. Authentic costumes are everywhere; exotic canapes and cocktails flow freely, and my eyes are dazzled with all the sparkling décor. There are many droning speeches before the dance gets underway and, as usual, the flashing of a million cameras. I’m so used to them nowadays that I never really notice anymore.

“Dance, Miss Anderson?” Jake is back in charming and happy mode and dazzles me with a gorgeous, relaxed ...