Nate

“What do you mean by that?” I instantly got up from where I had been sitting to look at him.

“Nothing,” he smiled faintly and stretched his hand towards me. I raised my brows at him and refused to take his hand when he gave me no solid answer.

“He has never danced. I don’t think that he can even. I’m just scared that he would make a fool of himself. So, stop dancing if you suspect anything, there are too many reporters here,” he came closer, took my hand and started leading me to the door. His explanation seemed reasonable, but I could not help but feel that it was not. But I didn’t have time to question him about it when I had to go down for a dance.

There were less people in the hallway now and those who were still around were also heading downstairs, the same direction that I was heading to. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that the dance was about to start. When we got down the stairs, I found that a lot of space had been created and men in different Tuxedos had been lined up in a