Slow, slow, quick, quick, and he leaned deeply into her. Mim leaned back into the dip they had practiced so often. The violin stopped playing and the ensuing silence allowed only the sound of her heart thumping loudly in her chest.
The dance was over. As she rose, her eyes scanned the audience and the perplexed looks on the faces of the people whom she’d known since childhood. Feeling small and somewhat humiliated, Mim turned toward the door but found Anthony’s hand holding hers, stopping her from moving. Slowly, applause grew to fill the room and Mim smiled as she and her new beau stepped toward their seats.
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