Chapter 76
Only after the music began did I truly understand what Lukas had meant by “It’s fine if you don’t know how to dance.”
And at the same time, I recalled a memory I had briefly forgotten—back at the plaza, when we encountered those third-rate thugs.
Just like that day, Lukas held me securely against him.
The only difference was that this time, instead of my feet dangling in the air like a paper doll, they were planted firmly on top of his shoes.
It was such an unusual position that I glanced around, worried about how others might perceive it.
But it seemed that for a fast-paced song like this, there was no need for rigid formality—other dancers were in similar positions, though probably not quite like this.
"Are your feet okay?"
"They’re already broken, so I can’t feel them."
This man.
When I didn’t respond, Lukas let out a quiet chuckle.
And that was the end of our conversation.
I lowered my gaze, focusing on my feet.