“The big traditional dance your grandmother’s throwing at the castle to celebrate the start of the Highland Games preparations.”
I slowly set my cup down.
“No one told me anything.”
“That’s because your grandmother only announced it this morning. Apparently, it’s an ‘essential tradition’ that absolutely cannot be ignored.”
Of course.
Maggie never misses an opportunity to turn all of us into performers in one of her elaborate productions.
“Let me guess. The whole village is invited.”
“The entire village,” Ewan confirms. “And all the couples are expected to participate in the dances. Traditional céilidh. Caller, live music, the whole thing.”
A céilidh.
A traditional Scottish dance with group choreography and complicated steps.
But most importantly—couples dancing together under the adoring gaze of the entire village.
A deliciously evil plan immediately starts forming in my head.
“This is perfect.”
Ewan gives me an amused look.
“I’m almost afraid to ask why you suddenly look like a cat who spotted a mouse.”
“Because Finn is going to have to dance in public in front of all of Glenfield.”
“And I assume he can’t dance?”
“He probably has the grace of a refrigerator.”
Ewan bursts out laughing.
“Poor man. He has no idea what’s coming.”
“Oh, he’s about to find out.”
I pull out my phone and text Finn.
MARY
We’re participating in the dance my grandmother’s organizing.
His answer arrives almost instantly.
FINN
No.
MARY
Oh yes, we are.
FINN
