Hands Off

Hearing the word dance party always conjures up images of parties in movies about princesses and princes. The majestic hall was full of people in all kinds of classy dresses and suits. Large candles are set in three-pronged candle holders, their flames dancing in gold, yellow, and orange. An orchestra group in the corner of the room, playing classical music that hits, sometimes serene, accompanying couples who twirl and hug each other on the dance floor.

The picture is real. Like pouring thoughts into a form that can be seen with the naked eye, Elora felt an atmosphere like in a fairy tale.

Zed picked her up at seven o’clock. He knocked on Elora’s door, and his eyes widened in amazement at Elora’s appearance tonight.

“All the men would be jealous of me,” he said with a smile.

Elora dismissed the compliment with a blush, then let out a dry laugh. “I think this is too much.” She lowered her head to look again at the