She looked up and saw Justin Rhodes: "Ivy Kensington, I’ve found you."
Ivy looked at him and suddenly thought of the one-month trial period before.
Now, it had long passed one month, yet she hadn’t given Justin Rhodes an answer.
After a moment of silence, Ivy said, "Justin Rhodes, I’m sorry, I’ve thought it through. You deserve a better girl."
Justin’s hand, wrapped around her waist, paused. He understood Ivy was rejecting him.
In fact, Justin had long anticipated this result, but he didn’t want to admit it. He had been deceiving himself, and he said, "I understand, but can we at least finish this dance?"
Such a small request, Ivy naturally wouldn’t refuse. Her dancing wasn’t particularly good, but with Justin’s cooperation, she completed the dance quite impressively.
Sebastian Blackwood didn’t dance with Dahlia Kensington; he wasn’t interested.
His gaze fell on Justin’s partner in the dance floor, and with just one look, he recognized it was Ivy.
A cruel smile appeared on his lips. Huh, in the afternoon it was Simon Weldon, and now she’s with Justin Rhodes. She’s really something. It seems that the matter of her expulsion didn’t affect her at all.
The cigarette in his fingers was suddenly crushed into pieces.
As the dance ended, Ivy wanted to leave the dance floor to find Stanley Kensington, but at that moment, a tall figure blocked her view, and the man’s cold aura swept over her.
Ivy’s heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively looked down and tried to run away. He probably didn’t want to see her at all...
Unexpectedly, the man’s large hand directly encircled her slender waist, forcefully bringing her back into the dance floor: "Cooperate with me."
Ivy was stunned, not quite understanding what he meant.
Sebastian lowered his eyes slightly, observing the surprised look in her eyes. His Adam’s apple moved: "You’re lucky, my opening dance belongs to you now."
Ivy’s eyelashes trembled. So... he didn’t recognize her, just mistook her for any masked dancer on the floor...
Behind, Dahlia was so furious she almost spat blood.
She had waited so long, yet Sebastian didn’t invite her to dance. Instead, he extended an invitation to another woman. Did he think she was dead?
She even heard someone whispering, "Tch, seems like Master Blackwood’s companion isn’t all that impressive; she didn’t even manage to get the opening dance."
Sebastian’s dance steps were much better than Justin’s. Ivy, limited in skill, had already stepped on the man’s feet several times, her exposed ears turned beet red.
Ivy kept her head down in apology.
His black leather shoes were covered in her footprints.
Sebastian held her slender waist, and his Adam’s apple subtly moved a few times. He let out a low hum, "Weren’t you dancing well just now?"
Now with him, she was stepping all over the place.
The more he spoke, the more embarrassed Ivy felt, wanting to end the dance quickly. However, Sebastian wouldn’t let her, and after finishing this dance, he started another.
Ivy felt numb all over, but as it went on, their coordination became more harmonious, and they finished the final dance perfectly!
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Ivy finally breathed a sigh of relief, withdrawing her small hand from the man’s large hand and quickly leaving the dance floor.
Sebastian watched her escape with a cold gaze, his eyes dark and unclear.
Luckily, Sebastian didn’t know it was her. If he had known, he might have killed her right after the first dance...
Walking to the edge of the dance floor by the lake, Ivy took off her mask and let out a long breath, her face burning hot.
It must be said, Sebastian had been very charming just now, especially with his warm breath so close to her...
Thinking about it, Ivy’s lips involuntarily curled into a slight smile.
At that moment, a curse rang out.
It was Dahlia Kensington, bringing her entourage over.
Only now did Dahlia finally recognize that it was Ivy who had been dancing with Sebastian!