NOVPUBChapter 1365: 645 Group Dance_3 Chapter 1365: 645 Group Dance_3 Aubree Groove laughed and patted her hand: “Senior, it seems my worries were unnecessary.”
Sanny Groove puckered her mouth, huffed and said: “I don’t want to stoop to their level.
Otherwise, I could make each of them cry.
Given today’s occasion, it’s better not to trouble Uncle Hart.”
Aubree shook her head with a laugh: “I believe you, Senior, that you have the ability.”
Maggie Wood soon came over, fearing her daughter would be treated unjustly.
Seeing Aubree was by her daughter’s side, she felt relieved.
“Aubree.” Bellona Capris walked over and greeted Aubree naturally.
Aubree’s gaze subtly slipped past the face behind her, her expression indifferent: “Miss Capris.”
Bellona Capris smiled and said: “I wonder if you have found a dance partner for the ball later?”
“The most dazzling lady at tonight’s ball will receive the grand prize from Artie Group.”
The grand prize of the previous balls had been extraordinary, which stirred up the crowd’s interest.
Aubree chuckled and turned the topic back to her: “Have you chosen a dance partner, Miss Capris?”
Bellona Capris raised her eyebrows slightly: “Well, you’ll find out later.”
The music played, and the youth wearing masks slid into the dance floor.
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Fragrances, wine cups, and laughter filled the air.
The enchanting shadows of the dancing figures created a fascinating and pleasant scene.
While Sanny was enjoying the pastries and admiring the men and women on the dance floor, she was whispering to Aubree.
Just then, a pair of hands reached out in front of Sanny, and her first reaction was to frown.
What ugly hands.
The young man in front of her, dressed in a suit and tie, bent slightly in what he believed to be a gentlemanly manner.
He revealed a “gracious” smile: “Beautiful miss, may I have this dance?”
Who gave him such confidence?
Sanny really wanted to smear the cake in her hand on his face, yet she held back.
She blinked her eyes and gave a good-natured smile: “I’m sorry, sir, I don’t know how to dance.”
“It’s fine; I can teach you.”
He thought he had been considerate enough, and she should accept his invitation if she wanted to.
Sanny took a deep breath, looked around and stood up with a doubtful expression: “Well, then I’ll be troubling you.”
The smile on Bellona Capris’s face deepened, his eyes filled with arrogance.
He told himself that this woman would definitely not be able to resist his advances and that she would be his by the end of the night.
Before Sanny left, she turned back to wink at Aubree, her eyes showing a mischievous light.
Then she followed Bellona Capris onto the dance floor.
Aubree shook her head and laughed, her senior does not usually prank people.
This Birdie Capris is going to have it rough.
It wasn’t that no man wanted to invite Aubree, she was the woman every man wanted to invite tonight.
Many eyes were secretly observing her, but none dared to approach her.
The young lady sat quietly, as if bathed in a layer of hazy moonlight, gently and stunningly beautiful to the point of being surreal.
Her pure beauty was both inviting and intimidating.
Until a man with a mask came up to her and extended his hand.
Behind the scenes, all the men were grinding their teeth with envy.
Everyone was watching each other, surprised that someone had beaten them to it.
Aubree quietly looked up at the man in front of her.
The man was broad-shouldered and slim-waisted, with a tall and well-proportioned physique.
He wore a well-tailored black tailcoat, exuding a sense of gentlemanly elegance.
He wore a half-mask in black and gold on his face, adorned with intricate, retro patterns, adding an air of mysterious coldness to his presence.
Below the mask were eyes as deep as an abyss, like two black holes, drawing people in.
The man’s bare lips curled up slightly, like an endlessly entangled vampire in the dark night, gentle yet cruel.
No woman could refuse such an invitation.
“I can’t dance,” she said.
But the man did not give her a chance to refuse, the domineering aura surrounding her as he dragged her onto the dance floor.
The man’s lips were close to her ear, his breath blowing lightly on the young girl’s neck.
“You’re lying.”
Disappointingly, such a tease did not make the young lady lose her composure.
His left hand was on her waist, the other hand intertwined with hers, leading her to dance lightly over the dance floor.
Aubree tipped up the corners of her lips, intentionally missed a step, and stepped on the man’s shoes.
The man’s eyes under the mask constricted, and the hand on her waist subconsciously tightened.
“How is it?
Fun, isn’t it?”
“Of course, it’s fun.
I’m honored to be able to dance with a goddess whom men would die for.”
The soothing cello music suddenly became fiery and passionate.
The young men and women, dancing to the rhythm, spun around in their own world, immersed in each other.
