My mom was an incredible dancer. I grew up watching her and couldn't help but absorb some of her talent.
She was especially fond of the Viennese Waltz and could perform both the male and female steps. She often pulled me onto the dance floor, and naturally, I became very familiar with the style.
"If I were to perform a slower waltz, it wouldn't be nearly as dazzling as the Viennese," my dance partner, Lucas, said breathlessly as the music ended.
Meanwhile, I stood steady, my breathing calm. Glancing briefly at Sophia on the second floor, I gave her a serene smile.
Lucas looked at me with a mix of surprise and admiration. And he said, "I never imagined your dancing would be this impressive—or that you'd keep your breath so even. I'm honestly in awe."
With that, Lucas quietly led me off the dance floor.
When I looked up at Sophia again, her stunned expression was unmistakable. The elaborate trap she had set for me was effortlessly dismantled, leaving her plans in shambles.