But at least the crisis was averted. A strange sense of relief washed over him. As long as that woman wasn't Jessica, he could handle the public apology. He even managed a small smile.
"What are you smiling about?" Catherine asked, staring at him.
"Nothing," he said, shaking his head. "Let's dance."
Catherine nodded.
Crystal light filtered through a hazy mist, casting a soft glow on the dance floor as the lilting melody of a waltz filled the air.
"I'm not a very good dancer," Catherine said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You'll have to lead."
Lance took her hand in his, his other arm settling around her waist. It was an intimate position, and Catherine blushed as they began to move with the music.
"This is what you call 'not very good'?" Lance murmured in her ear. "You're an excellent dancer."
"I taught myself," she said shyly. "Back when I was studying abroad."
"You're amazing," he assured her.
"As long as I'm not embarrassing you," she said with a smile.
"On the contrary," he replied. "Everyone is looking at you with admiration."



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