Chapter 150 A Dance That Steals the Heart

• “Yes, sir!” The host’s voice rang out, and a moment later, a lilting melody spilled from the speakers all around.
• “Lilian, just follow my hand,” he said. He loosened his left hand, pressed gently with his right, and turned Lilian Steele so her back faced him. His palms settled at her waist, guiding her into a soft, elegant sway.
• Lilian moved with Timothy Lavette’s lead. Her slim waist twisted, her steps floated forward. He held the rhythm—light, quick, alive—like a butterfly playing among flowers. It looked effortless, but the easy, brisk tempo set against Lilian’s graceful lines created a beauty that was flat-out breathtaking.