{Music Recommendation> Dmitri Shostakovich's Waltz No. 2}
"Pardon me for taking you into my arms. But do you have to step on me while dancing?" Zane asked in his usual husky voice, causing Selina to lower her gaze.
Her eyes fell on her heels, which were resting on his polished, expensive leather shoe. She hurriedly stepped down.
Swallowing hard, she attempted to disguise her voice, unsure if he would recognize her.
"You're not supposed to have another woman in your arms. Only your fiancée deserves that, and people are watching," Selina whispered, her nervous eyes scanning the room.
She noticed the Everett and Cassius families observing their every move. That intense scrutiny, like a blade, felt unsettling.
Zane's lips twitched slightly as he intertwined his slender fingers with hers, enveloping her hand in his larger palm.
