Chapter eighteen -The dinner party 2

"Hello, beautiful". Came a husky voice from behind her.

It was the same guy who had walked into the hall a few minutes ago.

"Hi". Anne replied curtly, trying hard not to stutter.

"Do you mind if I join your table, seems to me like you would use some company". He asked with a smile and Anne smiled back at him despite his arrogance.

"I'm Elvis by the way". He said, offering his hand for a handshake.

"Anne". She replied with a smile, ignoring his stretched-out hand.

He eased into one of the empty seats at the table, pulling his hand back. He didn't seem to be bothered about her refusal to take his hand and soon they were engrossed in a conversation.

Anne from time to time looked towards the dancefloor to check on her friends who were busy rocking with their partners and having so much fun.

On one occasion, she locked eyes with Michael who inquired about the stranger beside her by looking at him and looking back at Anne.