Chapter 97

Liliana wasn't exactly the best dancer. As she looked up at Wilson, her nerves kicked in—especially with so many eyes locked on them. "It's been ages since I last danced. I'm probably throwing off your rhythm," she said, a bit flustered, worried she might embarrass Wilson. Wilson, always calm and steady, lowered his voice and reassured her, "No worries, just follow my lead." Before the dance, Liliana had secretly freaked out at the thought of stepping on his feet. But Wilson was a patient and steady guide. Following his pace, she made it through the whole waltz without a hitch. When the music stopped, Liliana gently held onto Wilson's hand and they slowly stepped out of the center of the floor. "You did great," Wilson said, casually taking a glass of red wine from a tray and sipping it. Liliana hadn't expected it to go so smoothly—after all, it had been years since she'd danced. "That's because you were a great teacher," she said with a smile. They'd barely exchanged a few words when a