Chapter 40 Secret Love

• I sifted through my memories and recalled that the man’s name was Leonard Danes, the president of the most prominent logistics company in Woodland City.
• “I’m sorry, but I sprained my ankle,” I explained plainly, turning down his invitation to dance as I pointed at my injury to show that I was not lying.
• I hadn’t strutted around in my heels that much, but my ankle was red and swollen anyway. With a rueful smile, I said, “My sincerest apologies for not being able to dance with you this evening; I think it’s best that I head home to get some rest.”