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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.
Although tired, Logan appeared to be very pleased when he came over to her. “Did I dance well?”
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“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?”
Prejudiced against Isabelle, Logan naturally felt that John should stay clear from her as well. “Look, they’re even
hugging each other,” he pointed out.
“That’s enough. We’ll stop looking at them and take a walk around since you can’t stand the sight,” she suggested,
standing up.
Indeed, he didn’t want to stay and watch the both of them dancing affectionately as he found the sight an eyesore.
Hence, he left the room with her and walked along the banquet hall toward the backyard without any specific spot
to go.
Just a few minutes later, they saw a group of priests being led in.
“What are they up to?” Sophia wondered, feeling surprise.
“Huh? My old man mentioned that the Blackwells invited a high priest to bless Madam Kate. That’s probably their
guy.”
Sophia nodded in understanding, knowing that businessmen were usually superstitious. Back then when Old Mr.
Constance was bedridden, the family also invited a priest into their home to bless him for several days.
However, a fortune-teller had actually read his fortune and told Old Mrs. Constance that it was a bad omen. She
had refused to believe it, thinking that they still had a chance. After all, they even held an auspicious event to ward
off bad luck, so she believed that something should be working.
Seeing that the group of people went toward a room in the backyard, Sophia knew that it must be Kate’s bedroom,
and she retracted her gaze after observing the place for a little longer.
Then, they walked toward the man-made hill in the backyard, where a small pavilion stood next to it. Maybe it was
because most of the people were drawn to the excitement at the dance floor, there weren’t many people outside
now.
Feeling a little tired, Sophia sprawled over the stone table in the pavilion after they had taken a seat, but Logan
stopped her abruptly. “Hey, this table is cold!”
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