Page 211 of Dream Girl
“Too late.” Brennan sighed. “But thanks.”
Rami got a sly look on his face. “I wonder if the band takes requests.”
Mischief glinted in Evan’s eyes. “Oh? You’re sly. You know, Grace knows that one.”
“Please be cautious. My mother will forgive you two for a lot, but it only goes so far, especially in public,” Brennan warned.
Rami went over to the band. Katie shook her head, trying not to laugh.
“Does Caroline have a song she hates, and he’s requesting it? I’m here for that level of petty,” Riley said, taking a picture of the almost empty pie tin.
“Me too,” Katie grinned. “She used to pay bands not toplay it. It’s also one of Rami’s favorites. Ri, why do you have a pie?”
Riley smirked. “The question is, why don’t you?”
Music started, and Evan offered me his hand. “Grace?”
Evan led me out onto the dance floor. Rami joined us with a woman with dark skin and hair, who was heart-stoppingly beautiful and wore a white sparkly dress.
“That’s Nevin, she’s Liam’s omega. Liam’s a dick, but she’s nice.” Evan whispered as we glided across the floor.
“She’s an amazing dancer,” I replied, watching her effortless movements.
“Nevin used to dance professionally,” he replied. “ooh, Caroline doesn’t look happy.”
Caroline had a sour look on her face. Brennan’s parents stood near the corner of the floor, but they looked amused, not upset.
Jett joined us on the dance floor with another woman I didn’t know. Her dress was black, her light brown hair was short. Everything about her was understated but perfect–and probably expensive.
“Troy’s wife. She’s also a dick, like Troy, and, like Troy, works for the foundation. But we’re having fun teasing the alphas right now. It’s what we usually do, dance with their mates, then we give them back,” Evan whispered as he continued to twirl me across the floor. This dance was fun, he’d taught it to me the other day in the living room.
Troy, a man that I presumed was Liam, along with Katie and Brennan, all stood near the edge of the dance floor, watching their spouses dance–amused. Rami winked at Katie and led Nevin toward them. He twirled Nevin into her alpha’s arms and took Katie’s hand. They went back out onto the dance floor. Troy cut in on Jett and took his wife’s hand. Brennan and Jett came over to us.
“Grace, will you dance with me?” Brennan offered me his hand, as Evan and Jett took off across the floor.
“I endorse this political statement,” I whispered, as we danced past Caroline, who looked livid for a woman who was supposed to be happy with her rich mates.
“I’m not trying to use you, I wanted to make sure you were okay,” he added. “She wasn’t mean to you? Or hurt you?”
“No. I didn’t know who she was. Her mom helped me with the train of my dress in the bathroom. I met her at the dress shop. She wanted me to meet her daughter and called herCari. I didn’t know; I wasn’t trying to start anything,” I murmured.
Brennan was an excellent dancer, possibly better than Spencer. Evan gave me a saucy wink as we danced by.
He grimaced. “I know. I’m angry my mother hid that she was coming.”
“That’s shitty.” I saw Brennan’s parents take the floor, along with a few other people that could be cousins. “Was this dance planned?”
“Yes and no. It’s not uncommon for us to open with a family dance during dessert. It’s also not uncommon for Rami to drag everyone up beforehand,” he told me. “Your dress is beautiful, Grace. You’ll probably end up gala queen again, especially if they got a good shot of you on the staircase.”
“That wasn’t my intention.” I watched my feet as we danced.
“I know. But I’d rather it be you than me.” He smiled.
The song ended, and we returned to our seats, where someone had set the first course.
“Beautiful.” Wes gave me a kiss as I sat.
Frank and Siobhan went up to the bandstand, along with someone I didn’t know. The music stopped, and they welcomed everyone, and introduced the other person, who seemed to be the host, like Antonio had been at the science dinner.
