Emily’s POV

After dinner and boring speeches and the endless boring conversations, the orchestra began to play a slow, elegant waltz.

Couples sweetly drifted towards the dance floor as their laughter echoed.

Dario appeared beside me. “Dance with me.”

I blinked. “Is that supposed to be a request? Plus.. You think that’s a good idea? After what just..”

“It’s the perfect idea.” His voice was low and a bit intimate. “Let them see what they want. Let them see us.. I want ...