Chapter 52 Quite the Player

Louisa didn't know how to dance, but at least she could move along with the music. It was better than leaving the elderly man standing there awkwardly. All these years, people had only seen her at her brightest, most dazzling moments. No one knew how many times she had been ignored or dismissed. Louisa knew just how painful rejection could be. Moreover, the man in front of her was old enough to be her grandfather. His invitation was meant as a gesture of kindness. "I won't carry you if you twist an ankle," Elijah said. He really was a condescending prick—nothing decent would ever come out of his mouth. Louisa knew he was doing it on purpose, but she had no intention of letting him get his way. "You'll just have to piggyback me." She was now standing before the elderly man. He didn't take her hand immediately. Instead, he circled her first before finally reaching out. The second she took his hand, Louisa lost control of her body. It was as if she had been fitted with roller blade