Elisa reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, an uneasy smile crossed her lips.
"Sorry, but I have to disappoint you, Mr. Williams," she said, her voice steady despite the storm brewing inside her. "I don't know how to dance."
With that, she turned on her heels, each step echoing her resolve, as she ignored the cold and sullen gaze of Miguel Reynolds.
Williams let out a playful shrug.
"Come on… It's just one dance! And she's not even willing to. I guess our future cooperation won't be pleasant at all." He smirked, exchanging glances with Miguel who looked more like a storm cloud than a man.
Looking at Miguel's glum facade Williams chuckled.
"Mr Reynolds, your the first in the elite class to have such a messy divorce."
Miguel's heart sank further as he watched Elisa leave, her dress flowing behind her like liquid moonlight. His expression turned even more downcast.
