Deceptive Dances

“What? Really?” Anthony asked, shocked by her response. She rolled her eyes, nearly provoking an outburst from him.

Unable to contain his joy, he grabbed her, lifted her off the dance floor, and spun her around, attracting stares from the other dancers, including Ranya.

Calista laughed. It sounded genuine, but deep down, she hated having to say yes to Anthony just to get Ranya off her back. She hoped that, in time, she would learn to love Anthony as much as he loved her.

“You’re causing a scene, Anthony,” she beamed, her smile radiant, while her insides churned with chaos and turmoil.

“I don’t care, Cal. I don’t care,” he said amidst laughter. His smile was capable of melting the coldest hearts, but only if she truly wanted to be with him.

He dragged her down the stage, and for some reason, Calista was prompted to look back at Ranya, who wore a smug smile of ‘I told you so.’ She hissed and wished she had slapped him harder in the washroom earlier.

She turned back and walked with Antho