#Chapter 24 Dancing Queen

I had a good night's sleep and was feeling better this morning, but I was horrified about the prospect of getting up and attempting to dance in front of three hundred guests.

I found Alex in his private workspace in the morning.

“I...I can’t dance,” I told him. “You d …don’t want anyone to see me d …dance.”

Couldn’t he tell I’m an awkward, uncoordinated mess who should never attempt to sully a dance floor?

“I’ve s …seen ballroom dan …dancing on television,” I said, recalling the elegant, graceful couples and how they moved in unison across a dance floor. “But I …I can't do it.”

“Nonsense,” Alex replied. “I’ll hire a dance instructor. You’ll learn how to dance. Your mother and I loved to dance together. It’s fun. You’ll see. Just try it, sweetheart.”

I sighed. I couldn't say no to Alex. I could tell he wanted the best for me.

Maybe it would turn out better than the pool party. But even before Bella pushed me into the pool, the party had been a disaster for me.

That was my fault. I am a