“Come on,” said Peter as he pulled her hand and brought her to the center to dance. The music started and she is a little unnerved about his sudden rescue. He smiled as he looked at her eyes while they danced.
“You look horrible in that suit,” she said.
“Really?” he asked as he raised his eyebrows. “My men told me I look good in it.”
“Then they were mostly deceiving you, knowing that you are their leader,” she smiled at him.
“You might be right.”
“I am never wrong.”
“Did I mention that you look good in this dress?”
“No, I think. We were too ‘busy’ to talk about it this early morning.”
“Then am I allowed to say it even though I might be too late?”
“You can but if you are doing it just to get me to fall in love with you, then give it up. It is too late to try.”
“Perhaps… but who k
