Follow my dance moves

Elizabeth POV.

I looked at the two men bowing at me in front of me and just felt very funny.

One second they were arrogantly barking in my face, like a vicious wild dog.

The next second it was a pet dog again, wagging its tail trying to please me.

"Okay, you can all get out," Orlando ordered coldly.

Jason and Kyra gave me a hard stare as they left, especially Kyra, who had that resentful look in her eyes.

Looks like they and I have become complete enemies.

However, I'm sure they won't dare do anything to me for a while under the threat of Orlando.

I turned my head to Orlando and said sincerely, "Orlando, thank you."

This is the second time he has helped me, and the second time I have thanked him so solemnly.

"You can be a troublesome woman."

He looked very cold as if the man who had just defended me wasn't him.

I flashed him a smile, "Orlando, it seems like it would be nice to be married to you."

"Not bad?" Orlando looked like he was looking at an idiot.

I know that with Orlando's family background, business prowess, and handsome looks, many women would like to marry him and become the honorable Mrs. Grant.

And I just thought it was nice, must be a stupid woman in his eyes.

But I pointed out well, simply because after becoming Mrs. Grant, the nasty people are afraid to give me a hard time on purpose anymore, like Jason and Kyra.

I didn't explain to Orlando, I just smiled casually and stopped talking.

Orlando seemed a little resigned as he taunted relentlessly, "Honestly, you have a really bad eye for men."

I know he's trying to get back in front of me with Jason the scumbag.

That did stir up my desire to win.

I pretended not to understand his coded message and responded with a smile, "Oh Orlando, I will not allow you to belittle yourself like that. You are a very fine man in my eyes! My fiancé."

Orlando was just about to say something when the music in the hall suddenly started up, interrupting our conversation.

That's when I learned that there would be an opening dance before the charity gala began.

Orlando bent slightly and made a gentlemanly gesture of invitation at me.

I stared blankly at the large, clean, slender hand in front of me, my mind in turmoil.

Before coming here, Orlando had never told me that I still needed to dance with him.

If I had known ahead of time that there was going to be dancing, I would have found a way to decline to attend this party.

By now the area was filled with people attending the party.

Orlando's status as the head of the nobility was unparalleled, and all eyes were on us.

I bet people are wondering how a fine man like Orlando would behave with the female companion he brings along.

Trying desperately to hold back my inner discomfort, I slowly placed my hand in Orlando's.

As scared as I was now, I was even more scared that Orlando would be embarrassed by me.

A long dusty memory popped into my head.

It was a very bad memory, and even though it's been a long time, I still feel overwhelmed with dread when I think about it.

I would love to never have to think about it again, ever.

As I placed my hand in Orlando's, he suddenly tightened his grip on mine, pulling me easily towards him and into close proximity with his body.

And his other hand rested ambiguously on my brute waist.

He seemed to see my nervousness and leaned forward slightly, reminding me at a volume that only the two of us could hear.

"Don't be afraid to follow my dance steps directly afterward."

At this point, his voice was inexplicably reassuring to me.

I took a deep breath, put a good hand on his shoulder, and whispered, "I won't let you down."

Orlando helped me twice, and while I couldn't help him much, I could at least do it without embarrassing him.

I want everyone at the party to know that Orlando's hand-picked date is brilliant too!