“You what?” I said, eyes wide. I wasn’t ready for this. I thought I’d have at least a few dances to wait.
The crowd shuffled away from the dance floor. The lights went dim as a mirrored ball spun slowly above the center of the floor, casting soothing droplets of light that danced around the perimeter.
“Aubrey Ellis, your dance awaits,” came the announcer over the loudspeaker.
“Get in there,” Tiffany hissed through a smile, taking me by the shoulders and helping guide me through the crowd. They all parted for me as I made my way through. I reminded myself to keep my head high.
The string quartet’s music increased in volume. Luka stepped out from the other side of the dance floor. Tiffany deposited me right at the edge.
“He’s yours. They’re all yours,” Tiffany said. “Break a leg.”
Luka strode to the dance floor, straight-backed and poised. I had been spending so much time with the girls, I hadn’t seen him since my breakdown over that nasty article.
Luka extended his hand, looking down at me with a charming smile.
“Shall we?”
