My Notorious Gentleman's

#18

"Come on, this is gonna be fun."

Trevor had absolutely no intention of giving Grace a chance to refuse.

Grace felt like she was about to have an apoplexy heart attack when she walked around rushing to match the man, and trying not to stumble.

"Lord Trevor!" exclaimed Grace, while the wide shoulders of the man steadily pierced through the crowd heading to the dance floor.

The man ignored Grace's half-hearted protest.

It could be said that he was kidnapped this time by that man. And the women who have been watching this man all night, will surely also notice. Grace tries to hide her fear when all the sharp glare leads to her from all directions.

"Disregard them" Trevor suggested as if the man could read Grace's mind.

Grace took a long breath of suffering. At least the jealous glare of the women made him know what it was like to get endless and completely unwanted attention, as Lord Trevor had received all night.

No wonder he was looking for a place to hide.

Then Trevor pointed Grace into place, gently pushing her shoulders.

"Upright!" lord Trevor's orders.

"Well, that's it."

Grace complied with the man, her heart racing. Grace's cheeks were hot, and her corset felt claustrophobic as she realized she was standing in the middle of London's most exclusive dance hall, waiting for the national hero standing before her to start a traditional dance.

This must be a dream. Nothing like this ever happened in Grace's life.

Then Lord Trevor smiled confidently at her, and somehow Grace felt like she could breathe again.

Then the music began to play, and Lord Trevor bowed to him according to the rhythm, the look on the man's face looked very satisfied because of the success of these two, after the first success managed to know the name Grace.

Strangely intending to please the man, Grace responded with a bowing reply.

"I'm glad your father wasn't the stiff type of pastor. Who doesn't believe in dance."

The selection of the topic helped to make Grace feel relaxed. He smiled smirk.

"Oh, Papa is a feisty dancer. She never misses dancing quadrulle."

Lord Trevor's masculine smile widened making Grace feel like the only woman in the room. Their dance began to move quickly.

They were far enough away from the musicians to be able to chat whenever there was a movement that made them become close together before finally separating again into their respective lines.

Grace was feeling groggy. Lord Trevor's attention was entirely on him, while Grace's own attention was split, between her partner and the leader of the dance.

The figure that became the center of attention of everyone was standing at the end of the room, setting an example for other new movements to imitate.

But Grace realized that it was easier if she just looked at the couple beside her, and followed their movements.

They hooked each other's fingers up high and turned slowly. While Lord Trevor looked a little confused with his other hand, which he finally put behind his back.

"So your father was a mentor of young Lord Brentford" he said carefully.