Dancing with Victor was so much fun. Diana and Adam enjoyed it too. They quietly whispered to each other as we moved across the dance floor.
My next dance was with Harry. He danced as well as his son, and he had a wonderful sense of humor like his wife.
After the dance was over, Harry went to speak to some of the other men while I looked for Victor.
But before I could leave the dance floor, someone grabbed my arm, and there was a familiar, smug face closed in on mine.
“I believe this is our dance,” Noah said.
I hadn’t seen him since my ball when he tried to drag me outside.
I didn’t want to dance with Noah, so I strained my neck, looking for Victor.
“It’s just a dance, Daisy,” Noah said. He put an arm on my waist, and I had no choice but to dance with him. And one dance wasn’t worth
