Chapter 41: Discomfort Of The Dress
{Music Recommendation: Wildest Dreams by Duomo}
Taking Samantha away from the dumb-stricken prince Nichole, the young woman’s heart skipped a beat, but it was one filled with fear, surprise, anticipation and a tinge of anger. She had only come down to get some food, but this man! His actions tonight would definitely draw the attention she had been trying so hard to avoid. They hadn’t even started dancing yet, and some of the guests were already eyeing them.
"Cursing me silently?" Ivan’s honeyed voice made Samantha hide her glare. He stopped walking and turned to look at her. "Were you expecting me to seek permission?"
"I just wanted...."
"To have a conversation with some Prince? Is that your next plan for escape?" His red eyes staring intensely into hers only made Samantha gulp down her retort.
"Little Lamb, will you dance with me?" He asked, and Samantha’s heart involuntarily sped up. She felt her cheeks flush, and her eyes widened in their sockets. Samantha didn’t want to believe he was asking her to dance merely because he felt like it, no matter how he said it, or how gentlemanly he acted, no matter how compelling it felt, she knew he had ulterior motives behind asking her for a dance tonight.
But what could it be?
"Of.... Of course, my Lord." She stammered, amazed at herself for saying anything coherent, and to her greatest awe, she noticed the way his lips curved into a slight smile.
Holding her tender palm firmly in his gloved hand, he led Samantha to the dance floor that was occupied with some of the guests who were already dancing. So far, no one’s attention had drifted towards her, and she felt glad that no one was paying close attention to her and Ivan....yet.