Sophie Sullivan felt a bit dazed and passively followed his lead.
Thomas Shannon quickly realized she was not an inexperienced beginner; her body was incredibly flexible.
With a smooth rhythm, she followed his steps after just one try, memorizing the pace and sequence.
Feeling uneasy under his burning gaze, Sophie Sullivan glared at him, "What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a beauty before?"
"A beauty? You?"
Sophie Sullivan was vain too. "If I hadn't been disfigured, would you dare, with a clear conscience, say I'm not?"
"There are no ifs. You're already disfigured," Young Master Shannon bluntly replied.
Suddenly feeling disheartened, Sophie Sullivan hung her head and stopped dancing. She let go of his hand, turned around, and sulkily sat down on the sofa.
After a while, Thomas Shannon still hadn't come over.
Sophie Sullivan couldn't help herself and lifted her head. "Young Master, what should I do if I stay like this forever?"
"You'll get used to being ugly."
