Chapter 138

The photographer was so amazed at their final dance pose that he took pictures of them.

Cedrick caught a glimpse of the photographer's movements out of the corner of his eyes, and his cold face softened a little. He leaned closer to Catelyn, and she could smell his unique masculine breath.

It was a faint scent, mixed with a hint of alcohol.

Catelyn blushed.

She took a deep breath, stood up quickly, and then pushed him away politely. She was smiling and praising him in a very ladylike manner. She was in the eyes of the public, after all.

"Cedrick, you danced really well," she said.

Cedrick suddenly felt a little empty without Catelyn in his arms. He just stared at her lightly as she complimented him.

"You're good too," he said.

As the two praised each other politely, the photographer continued taking pictures of them.

Later, as the dance music faded, the photographer started to look at the photos he had taken, feeling very proud of the pictures he had taken of Cedrick and Catel