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And then they started to dance.
It was a magical, glittering moment, an electrical display allowing brilliant beams of light to shower down on the couples waltzing on the dance floor. The orchestra’s instrumental introduction slowly faded, and when they started to play again, everyone gasped as they recognized the next piece being played.
So This Is Love.
Fawn’s own smile started to wobble.
Holy sweet Jesus, is this your way of telling me that I should keep hoping?
“Don’t w-worry,” Grant said under his breath as he pulled her for a spin. “The p-prince h-has to have a r-reason that he c-couldn’t m-make it.”
A tiny ache squeezed her heart at his attempt to reassure her. It was like having the old Grant back again, the one that didn’t flinch at every shout, didn’t whiten at the sound of people laughing, didn’t look like he wanted to throw up every time he saw any of the security personnel with their guns on their holsters.
As Grant spun her back to him, she told him brightly, “I’m not worried.”
As if he hadn’t heard her at all, Grant continued, “She’s n-not the prince’s type.”
Fawn was startled. “Who?”
Now, Grant looked equally surprised. “Lou, of course.”
Oh.
The two of them began sweeping across the dance floor with the other couples, and Fawn wondered numbly why it had never occurred to her at all that the prince and Lou could be together.
Looking up at Grant, she said unevenly, “I r-really must be an idiot, aren’t I?” Hysterical laughter threatened to escape her throat. “I d-didn’t even think of that scenario.”
“You’re n-not,” Grant reassured her. “You’re j-just toonice...” He stopped speaking as he concentrated on assisting her make a quick dip in the dance floor, making sure to synchronize their movements with the other couples. When he pulled her up,he said quietly, “You w-weren’t able to i-imagine me doing s-something you c-couldn’t p-possible do y-yourself.”
When the music ended, they bowed to the audience with the rest of the couples, and thunderous applause rose to the rafters. The host stepped forward then, officially opening the casino to ticketholders.
As Fawn rushed towards the back stairs, thinking that perhaps the prince had held Lou off from causing more trouble, Grant caught up to her, saying, “I’ll h-help you look for them.”
She shook her head quickly. “That would be awkward—-”
“Not r-really. If you do f-find them together, I’ll b-be able to get her off t-the prince’s hands, and you g-guys can...talk.”
That made sense, but—-
She laughed nervously. “Right.Talk.”
Grant’s eyes bored through hers.
“We’re really just going to talk,” she protested weakly.
“D-do me a favor, and just pleaseshut up?”
“Grant!” But she was far from offended and instead grinned up at him. “You almost sound your old arrogant self!”
“S-shut up.” But he was grinning down at her, and for that one single moment – it was as if they were back to where they started, and they were just good friends that looked after each other.
Together, they raced up the stairs, and Fawn tried not to let her mind dwell too much on how surreal everything felt. Sheand Grant were together looking for theirrespectivelovers, and neither of them was trying to kill each other for it.
How crazy was that?
“Thanks for doing this,” she blurted out as they reached the landing for the second floor.
“Remember what I said?” Grant glared at her over his shoulder. “You’re m-making me sound more like a loser with every word you speak.”