Chapter 25

Olivia's POV

"I can't dance," I said.

Well, in fact, I could. I just didn't wanna dance with him.

"Don't worry. I won't get mad even if you step on my toes," he replied with a grin.

I was rendered speechless.

Before I could protest, Zander had already taken my hand and led me onto the dance floor.

As I stood there, I caught sight of Marsh. He didn't speak, but his expression was icy.

I'd never seen that possessive look on him.

If it were before, I'd feel flattered. But now, it just made me sick.

I turned back to Zander, shifting my focus onto our steps.

On the dance floor, our movements started syncing up like we were born to do this together.

As the rhythm shifted from soft to upbeat, under Zander's lead, my movements became light and confident. The hem of my skirt traced graceful arcs in the air as we spun around.

People around us seemed to be affected by our vibe, instinctively clearing a space for us in the center of the dance floor.

Everyone started to fix their gaze on us.

Deep