Rosalynn took a deep breath and deliberately stepped on his foot just as the music stopped.

“Oh, sorry. I guess I'm not a good dancer after all.”

She refused to fall for his sweet cajoling!

The smile returned to Brian's lips. He took her hand, turned to the crowd, and offered a small bow.

The guests applauded, and the emcee announced that the dance floor was now open to everyone.

Several couples stepped into the middle of the hall, and a new music piece began.

Rosalynn used the bathroom as an excuse and walked away, but she simply stayed back and hid in a quiet corner.

Meanwhile, Eleanor was watching Brian from the distance. She wanted to ask him to dance.

Before she could do anything, however, John accosted her yet again.

“Eleanor, would you Like to dance with me?"

Eleanor almost grimaced.

“I'm sorry, John, but I'm pregnant. If I accidentally trip and fall, Brian would be furious. You should ask someone else."

Then she slowly edged away from him.

John peered at her belly with narrowed eyes.

“Eleanor, are you really pregnant with Brian's child?"

Eleanor froze.

She whirled around to face him, struggling to appear calm despite the thundering of her heart inside her chest.

“Of course I am."

Why was John asking this out of the blue?

Did he realize something?

“Really? Eleanor, how far along are you in your pregnancy?"

John sauntered up to Eleanor, his smile Laden with insinuations.