Cassandra dragged me directly onto the polished marble of the main dance floor. The orchestra was just transitioning into a slow, elegant waltz, the string instruments swelling with a rich, classical melody.
Without a shred of hesitation, she spun around to face me.
She placed her cool, silk-gloved hand firmly on my shoulder, while her other hand securely gripped my palm, forcing me into the traditional starting frame of the dance.
"Let's just get this over with," Cassandra murmured in a cool, level voice, her grey eyes locking onto mine with absolute, unbothered stillness. "I have much better tasks to attend to tonight than playing social butterfly."
I didn't retort. Just simply fell into the rhythm, my feet moving with a practiced, seamless precision that the original Jin had been forced to learn through years of rigorous etiquette training.
I kept my posture straight, matching her steady, fluid steps as we began to glide across the floor.
