Mirabelle, however, noticed none of it.
As Lucien guided her toward the center of the dance floor — which everyone had hurriedly cleared — her legs suddenly forgot how to function.
Another problem loomed over her:
She couldn't dance.
Yes, the old Mirabelle had learned how, but dancing was very different from performing a curtsy. She doubted muscle memory would save her here.
In the end, she had no choice but to admit her problem.
Leaning slightly closer to the fox beast, she whispered:
"I think I'm so nervous that I forgot the dance steps."
A charming smile bloomed across Lucien's face.
With a single pull of his arm, he spun Mirabelle around until she landed against his chest.
Breathlessly, she looked up at him.
"I'm flattered I make you this nervous," he murmured smoothly. "But don't worry… all you need to do is follow me."
The music began.
Then the fox male took the first step.
Mirabelle's worries had been unnecessary.
