22| Freya

I won't deny that I feel a tingle of delight as I step on the dance floor with Luke. I'm liking his courteous and polite behavior. He definitely knows how to behave around women.

I and him join other couples on the floor and take our positions. The songs that are playing are slow and comforting, maintaining the slow rhythm among couples. I start swaying my body as I get a hint from Luke. I give him my genuine smile when my eyes see him staring at me.

"I hope your husband is not offended with our dance." He spins me around once.

I let out a laugh when I face him

again, "He's not that conservative. Don't worry."

"Hmm. I have heard you both were friends before. Best friends got married. That's cliche."

"Yes. It's right." I say, wanting him to drop Rafe's topic. I don't want to think about him. If I've got a chance to forget about him for awhile, I want to avail that chance. The environment is too calming right now.

I look around, checking out the place while continuing wavering my body