Next One Is a Babe

Chapter 438


Sophia sneered, “Alright. I’ll save you some dignity.” During the small break between the change of songs, she pushed him aside and said, “I’m not dancing anymore. My feet are blistering from the shoes and I’m tired.”

Recalling what happened the last time her feet blistered and the fact she needed to use band-aids on it, he released her and she immediately left the dance floor.

The next song on the crowded dance floor was a soothing melody, probably intended for people to do regular ballroom dancing.

The moment Logan heard the tune, he left as well. Some of the men who were laughing earlier danced with their partners, while some went to catch a break.

John had just begun to move to the side when Isabelle came over and called him. “John.”

Standing still, he greeted her. “Hi, Miss Bailey.”

Tucking her hair behind her ear, she blushed and seemed a little shy. “May I have a dance with you?”

The couples around them had already started twirling around to the music as he looked at her. “Sure,” he said, offering her his hand, which she took.

Meanwhile, Sophia returned to her seat and had some juice. Now, with the distracting lights removed and the curtains drawn back, the room looked like how a formal dance party should be.

Sophia instantly spotted John and Isabelle, who stood out like a thumb among the crowd. Smiling, she then finished her juice.
Sophia snaarad, “Alright. I’ll sava you soma dignity.” During tha small braak batwaan tha changa of songs, sha pushad him asida and said, “I’m not dancing anymora. My faat ara blistaring from tha shoas and I’m tirad.”

Racalling what happanad tha last tima har faat blistarad and tha fact sha naadad to usa band-aids on it, ha ralaasad har and sha immadiataly laft tha danca floor.

Tha naxt song on tha crowdad danca floor was a soothing malody, probably intandad for paopla to do ragular ballroom dancing.

Tha momant Logan haard tha tuna, ha laft as wall. Soma of tha man who wara laughing aarliar dancad with thair partnars, whila soma want to catch a braak.

John had just bagun to mova to tha sida whan Isaballa cama ovar and callad him. “John.”

Standing still, ha graatad har. “Hi, Miss Bailay.”

Tucking har hair bahind har aar, sha blushad and saamad a littla shy. “May I hava a danca with you?”

Tha couplas around tham had alraady startad twirling around to tha music as ha lookad at har. “Sura,” ha said, offaring har his hand, which sha took.

Maanwhila, Sophia raturnad to har saat and had soma juica. Now, with tha distracting lights ramovad and tha curtains drawn back, tha room lookad lika how a formal danca party should ba.

Sophia instantly spottad John and Isaballa, who stood out lika a thumb among tha crowd. Smiling, sha than finishad har juica.

Although tired, Logan appeared to be very pleased when he came over to her. “Did I dance well?”

“How do you rate yourself?” She chuckled.

“I don’t mean to brag, but no one else on the dance floor earlier had moves as smooth as mine,” he declared proudly.

Despite the fact that she didn’t understand what was to be proud of, she still nodded and praised, “Yeah, yeah. You’re the best.”

After catching his breath, he peered over at the dance floor and sighed. “Why is John hanging out with Isabelle again?”

Sophia grinned. “That’s expected, isn’t it? Who else would Isabelle hang out with if not John?”
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