C6 Can I have this Dance?

Parry moved slowly and steadily, being careful not to draw attention to himself. At reaching the laundry, he was still unable to hear their discussion.

"What should I do?" Parry wondered to himself looking around him as he found a hat hung by the door handle of the laundry.

He stretches his hand, grabs the hat and wears it over his head. "Perfect disguise," he muttered, walking closer and standing beside them with his facing backing them.

"Alfred, what in the world did you do to my daughter?" Mrs Travis who just came downstairs muttered at the sight of Alfred. She hated to see her daughter cry as she was her only daughter.

Parry was shocked at the sound of her voice so he walks away as fast as possible before Mrs Travis spot him. Mrs Travis has a great sense of recognition and can possibly know anyone in low light or light out.

"What did she tell you?" He responded rudely.

"Respect me, young man, I am your mother-in-law so I deserve more than that!" Mrs Travis said angrily turning towards Cynthia who stood suspiciously staring at her.

"And who are you?" She questioned as Cynthia sighed, walking out at her.

Mrs Travis turns immediately to Alfred "Who the heck is that?" She asked, pointing at Cynthia who walked out of her in anger.

Alfred stammered "she... She... She's a business partner," he finally said as Mrs Travis sighed.

“I want you to up and bring her down, whichever way. I know she's angry at you but I'll settle that," Mrs Travis said pointing to the stairs as Alfred in response sighed, walking towards the stairs.

Grace came out of her room, walked to the stairs, ready to join the others downstairs.

"And where are you going?" Roselyn questioned.

"down! Where else?" Grace responded, turning to Roselyn.

"Grrh," Roselyn grunted. "You are the first wife in this family and you deserve a grand entrance," Roselyn hissed.

"Seriously?" Grace said as it sounded amusing to her “No! I do not need that,” she added.

“Yes you do,” Roselyn responded, switching off the light as everywhere went dark and the only light in the wall was that coming from the stairs.

The whole hall went mute, as the spotlight pointed to the direction where Grace stood. She became tensed being stared at by everyone in the room. Her feet began shaking and she felt as if she would fall if she moved.

Her gown was long, flowing to the grown with the shoulders high. The stones on her red dress glittered into the eyes of everyone.

Her heart wasn’t bumping anymore as no one had said any word but just star. Sweat started coming down her chin despite the temperature of the room.

She made one step after the other to prevent herself from falling over the length of her dress. Her long red flow gown split all the way above her knee, exposing her bare skin. Her hair was amazingly packed Roselyn and saying Grace was beautiful is an understatement.

All eyes went widely opened, some in admiration and the others in amazement. Alfred has never seen her that way; he was really surprised to see Grace that pretty.

Walking closer to Grace and stretching out his hands to Grace was not willing but he did it out of his recognition and Grace on the other hand held fame to his palm with no hesitation.

She was surprised by the spark in his eye and how caring he acted. Alfred who would be forced to do almost everything voluntarily stretched his hands to Grace at his mom's wedding.

Nothing could make Grace happier that night than the thought of that. He husband finally did something romantic after being married for one year.

They stared at each other for some time. Alfred was gratefully astonished by how fabricating and charming Grace looked.

‘Who knew Grace could ever make him crazy,’

He pressed kisses to her lips as she tries to push him away but he hesitated, Grace slapped him hard as he woke up from his thoughts.

Roselyn who had switched off the light noticed what occurred and decided to turn it on the light.

Grace at seeing the light could not believe how many have been staring at them for the longest time. Her heartbeat increased as she tries moving but stepped on her gown falling. Alfred who held her hands cut her by grabbing her waist with his arm.

Everyone in the room stared with admiration and started clapping one after the other at how perfectly they looked. Alfred could not stop remembering how Grace slapped him in his imagination.

He slowly let go of her as she stood fame by her both feet.

"I could not believe the act pulled out by the first son and his wife in the program. It is one of the most outstanding entrances of the night and one of the most romantic relationships captured but nothing can change our focus from the celebrant,” the master of the ceremony joked as everyone in the room laughed.

“In the same spirit, we would like our celebrant and her husband to have the first dance then follow the family and then the guest,” the celebrant said as the DJ started playing a song by John Legend.

Roselyn from the end she stood could spot Cynthia standing far off, staring at Grace and Alfred. She was happy to see how long her face looked and wanted to add more to her troubles.

She climbs down the stays, going straight to Cynthia who was standing alone by the laundry room.

"It saddens to know you're just a mistress, the wife is always shown to the public but a mistress, still remains unspotted," Roselyn mocked; not staring at her in person trying to behave as if she said something sarcastic.

“And what does that mean?" Cynthia asked, trying to hide her sad face by smiling awkwardly.

"So I wasn't, talking about you, I was just making a random speech for my audition as an actress, do those words look like you?" Roselyn said walking past her as her face tightened in anger. She knew for sure that the person she was referring to was her and no one else.

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Alfred stared at Grace's attractive face, his mouth mumbling, yarning for a kiss but he knew Grace might not reciprocate.

"What is this?" Amanda who has been staring at the both of them gazing at each other commented but they were not hearing her being lost in thought.

Grace was happier when Alfred came up to her without being pestered or asked to come though her facial expression was not showing it. Alfred, on the other hand, was wondering how Grace will feel if he and Cynthia accomplish their plans against her.

"Hello, I’m talking to the both of you," Amanda said, waving her palms closer to their eyes as they blinked, turning to her.

"There's nothing romantic as a dance,” she muttered when they both stared at her “everyone had already started dancing except you both," Amanda said added helping Alfred's hands unto Grace's waist and Grace’s palms around his neck. Grace slowly dropped her hands after Amanda had walked away, trying to pull herself away from Alfred’s grip.

Though she was happy with how things were going but expected Alfred to apologise for what he had done to her earlier so she wouldn’t seem to be desperate.

Alfred held fame to her waist making it impossible to lose the grip with slight pushes, he flirts his hands around her waist.

His gaze was concentrated on her pretty eyes. She looked too innocent for what was being cooked for her, Alfred who had heard all about the plan feels like calling it off but can’t.

A contract it is and a contract it will remain. Cynthia needed to come back into his life and he needs to do what she said to make it possible.

For the first time, Grace felt comfort in his arms. She tries again to break out of his grip but yet couldn’t. Grace not wanting to call attention to them had to comply and stop fighting.

She looks up at Alfred and finds his eyes still staring at her. She could see the spark in his eyes and how real he was at the moment.

She stopped fighting; moving closer to Alfred and covering the gap she kept, leaning on him. Alfred’s eyes widen when she made this move being that he knew how much he had hurt her in there- he least expected a dance with her.

Roselyn who was still maintaining eye contact with Cynthia smiled at her pointing to Alfred and Grace. Cynthia who had been staring slightly refused to look in the direction Roselyn pointed.

Cynthia turns towards the direction she pointed and saw Alfred and Grace. She sighed, walking away and dragging the Mendel with her.