"Hiss—"
Amidst Clara Sutton's unease, a painful gasp from Sebastian Astor came from above her head. She hastily looked up at Sebastian's rather lifeless expression, then glanced down at her own foot and quickly moved her high heel away.
"Sorry."
Clara gave an awkward smile. She rarely attended such banquets or dances. Although dancing didn't require much talent, being too inexperienced inevitably led to mistakes.
Not to mention, she was self-taught, relying on what she had seen in some videos or on TV, and then figuring it out herself.
"First time dancing?" Sebastian's deep gaze disappeared, replaced with a gentle look.
"Not really. Counting this, it should be the third time."
After the initial panic, Clara quickly calmed down. As Sebastian led her, she slowly moved her steps, the hem of her dress swaying in the large dance floor like stars in the night sky, twinkling and dazzling.
"Who did you dance with the first two times?"
