Chapter 109

Chapter 109:

Flawless Dance

Even though everyone on the dance floor wore masks, concealing their identities and status, Rosalie and Ashton still captured all eyes as they stepped onto the floor together.

Rosalie initially harbored concerns that Ashton might become nervous and stumble. Ironically, it was she who felt her cheeks warm first. However, standing beside Ashton, she realized she didn’t mind the gathered gazes.

Once she collected her nerves, Rosalie gently lifted her gaze to Ashton and guided his hand to rest on her waist. She whispered her instructions softly. “Keep your hand here and don’t move it. When we begin, relax and maintain your posture. Simply follow my lead and my rhythm. I will start off slowly to help you adjust to my steps.”

Rosalie’s earnest demeanor was endearing, and Ashton couldn’t help but smile. “No problem, I’ll get it right!”

“Don’t just say it, you better make sure you do,” Rosalie teased, her excitement bubbling beneath the surface.

With Rosalie, the star of the night, stepping onto the floor, soft music began to fill the air, marking the official start of the dance. Taking a deep breath, Rosalie swiftly found her rhythm. Her first step was tender and measured, designed to guide Ashton through their dance.

To her surprise, Ashton’s foot was already positioned correctly before she could even instruct him.

“It appears you do know a bit about dancing,” Rosalie commented, her astonishment evident.

Ashton remained silent, skillfully matching her steps with precision.

As the dance progressed, Rosalie’s astonishment only grew. Ashton’s steps were not just adequate; they were meticulous and graceful. Each movement, each step, was flawless, leaving no room for criticism. In fact, rather than Rosalie leading, she found herself instinctively following Ashton, her movements becoming increasingly fluid and natural.

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Though not a professional dancer, Rosalie’s extensive training allowed her to recognize undeniable talent. By the midpoint of the song, she was convinced of Ashton’s skills, equating them to those of a seasoned dancer.

But Rosalie quickly made peace with this realization. After all, Ashton was a favored student of the esteemed music maestro Ivan, so his exceptional artistic flair was to be expected. Mastering dance would hardly pose a challenge for him. This insight deepened Rosalie’s curiosity about Ashton’s background even further.

She had previously inquired with Isaac about Ashton’s past, but Isaac’s ambiguous response had suggested that he was either concealing something or perhaps genuinely unaware. Nonetheless, the more Rosalie interacted with Ashton, the more mysterious he appeared to her. He was like opening Pandora’s box, continually surprising Rosalie with his enigmatic charm and unexpected qualities.

While she was absorbed in her thoughts, the dance gradually drew to a close. The concluding move of the dance was particularly complex, requiring precise coordination and deep trust between the partners. Without these critical elements, the move could easily falter, potentially leading to an embarrassing misstep. Most couples chose to avoid this challenge, but not Rosalie and Ashton.

Without any prior discussion, they both instinctively decided to attempt the move. Ashton’s hand securely supported Rosalie’s slender waist, and with complete trust in him, she gracefully leaned back into his embrace. They performed the intricate maneuver effortlessly.

This marked Rosalie’s first experience dancing with a male partner; her previous partners had been women, who lacked the necessary strength to perform this move effectively. Much to her surprise, she and Ashton executed it flawlessly on their first attempt.

Feeling exhilarated, Rosalie suddenly became conscious of the many spectators around them and quickly regained her composure.

She felt the reassuring warmth of Ashton’s hand on her waist, and the distinct scent of his cologne filled the air. Her heart skipped a beat. As she looked up at Ashton, she realized how close their faces were, their lips only inches apart.

A flush of shyness overwhelmed her, spreading across her beautifully radiant cheeks.

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