Sasha wasn’t all that worried about how she would look this evening. Even though it had been more than a decade since she’d last competed in ballroom dance, the performance skills that had been drilled into her from a young age hadn’t been completely forgotten. Dressing up for the part she would be expected to play this evening wasn’t the concern so much as acting the role. Spending the evening drinking champagne and making polite small talk with a roomful of wealthy, sophisticated socialites wasn’t exactly her idea of a fun time, and she had a feeling that she’d be practicing her calming, deep breathing techniques off and on all night.
‘This is for Matthew,’ she reminded herself sternly. ‘To make him happy. And in the scheme of things, it’s just a few hours out of time. So suck it up, smile, and do it for his sake. And maybe it won’t be as bad as you think.’
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