The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

Sophia sneered, “Alright. I’ll save you some dignity.” During the small break between the change of songs, she pushed him aside and said, “I’m not dancing anymore. My feet are blistering from the shoes and I’m tired.”

Recalling what happened the last time her feet blistered and the fact she needed to use band-aids on it, he released her and she immediately left the dance floor.

The next song on the crowded dance floor was a soothing melody, probably intended for people to do regular ballroom dancing.

The moment Logan heard the tune, he left as well. Some of the men who were laughing earlier danced with their partners, while some went to catch a break.

John had just begun to move to the side when Isabelle came over and called him. “John.”

Standing still, he greeted her. “Hi, Miss Bailey.”

Tucking her hair behind her ear, she blushed and seemed a little shy. “May I have a dance with you?”

The couples around them had already started twirling around to the music as he looked at her. “Sure,” he said, offering her his hand, which she took.

Meanwhile, Sophia returned to her seat and had some juice. Now, with the distracting lights removed and the curtains drawn back, the room looked like how a formal dance party should be.

Sophia instantly spotted John and Isabelle, who stood out like a thumb among the crowd. Smiling, she then finished her juice.

Logan appeared to be very pleased when he came over to her.

rate yourself?”

brag, but no one else on the dance floor earlier had moves as smooth as mine,” he

that she didn’t understand what was to be proud of, she

catching his breath, he peered over at the dance floor and sighed.

isn’t it? Who else would

naturally felt that John should stay clear from her

and take a walk around since you can’t stand the sight,”

the sight an eyesore. Hence, he left the room with her and walked along the

minutes later, they saw a

up to?” Sophia wondered, feeling

My old man mentioned that the Blackwells invited a high priest

understanding, knowing that businessmen were usually superstitious. Back then when Old Mr. Constance was bedridden, the family also

fortune-teller had actually read his fortune and told Old Mrs. Constance that it was a bad omen. She had refused to believe it, thinking that they still had a

group of people went toward a room in the backyard, Sophia knew that it must be Kate’s bedroom, and she retracted her gaze

next to it. Maybe it was because most of the people were drawn to the excitement at the

pavilion after they had taken a seat, but Logan stopped her abruptly. “Hey, this

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