Fiona - POV
“Fiona, will you dance with me?” Flint asked, a smug smile tugging at his lips as he shot a glance at the others.
Jasper’s expression immediately darkened with jealousy, as did Theo’s. I couldn’t help but laugh softly. “Don’t worry,” I said with a smile. “I’ll dance with both of you as well. No need to get jealous.”
For a moment, they looked at me, dumbfounded, before breaking into small, bashful smiles. Flint held out his hand, and I took it, placing my other hand gently on his shoulder. We moved into position, just as we had practiced with Emma over the past few days.
“Flint,” I said nervously, “I’m sorry in advance if I step on your toes. I’d hate to make a fool of myself in front of these people.”
He gave me a soft chuckle. “I’ve never seen you this tense ……
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