#Chapter 55: One Dance

Iris & Arthur Iris I stare at Arthur’s outstretched hand, and the way it reminds me of the first time we shook hands all those years ago isn’t lost on me. “Well?” he asks. “Care for a dance?” I hesitate, looking up at him. A dance sounds intimate, and dangerous, and a whole slew of other things. It feels too close to the ‘good old days’, too close to giving in when I’ve made it clear that I have no intention of getting back together with him. As if reading my mind, Arthur tilts his head. “It’s just one dance, Iris. I’m not asking you to marry me.” Yeah, I think wryly. That’s sort of the point. If things were different, then maybe he would have asked me five years ago, the very moment I found out I was pregnant with his child. He never would have gotten engaged to Selina and people might have judged us for our relationship, but he would have unapologetically loved me, and we could have been happy. But he didn’t. And he won’t. We won’t. Still,