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 Al
