CHAPTER 41

MONA

“Shall we?” Archer held his hand to mine, and I glanced at Daphne, but she was already walking to the dance floor with her husband.

With a small smile, I took his hands and he led me to the dance floor. In the past two years, we danced together at the annual ball, but there was something different this time and I couldn't place my hand on it.

We found a space beside Daphne and Harold and settled into the solemn music.

“Do you think there's a possibility of going back ...