Ellen couldn't believe it—she was actually on her way to dance with Edrick. Her mind raced as they moved towards the dance floor, her hand still caught in his firm yet gentle grip. She hadn't meant for this to happen; in fact, she'd tried to avoid it.
Just moments before, she had tried to get out of it, her voice soft but firm as she'd said, "I'm not a dancer either, Edrick. Really, I'm not lying. I only danced at my wedding, and even then, Mason had to help me through it."
But Edrick had simply smiled, that charming, confident smile that seemed to win her over every time. "You'll do just fine," he'd assured her, dismissing her concerns with ease. Without giving her a chance to protest further, he had taken her hand, his grip secure yet gentle as he led her towards the dance floor.