When the first slow song of the night came on, Keeley placed one hand in Jeffrey's and the other on his shoulder and they somewhat awkwardly stepped in a tiny circle.

　　Many other student pairs were doing the exact same thing though some of the higher society students performed complicated waltzes they had learned from private tutors. In her first life, Aaron made her take cla.s.ses so she wouldn't embarra.s.s him at important events so she was fairly good at it.

　　Those skills were wasted on Jeffrey but she didn't care about that. She would much rather dance normally with a friend than artistically with a sn.o.b.

　　A minute into the song, Keeley found herself being pulled away by somebody else. Jeffrey's protest was halfway out of his mouth when he realized who it was and shut up.

　　"You don't mind if I cut in, do you," he stated rather than asked.

　　Jeffrey nodded mutely. Traitor! Handing her over just like that!

　　"Stealing someone else's date is rather rude," Keeley spat as she struggled to break free from Aaron's alarmingly strong grip.

　　Coldness radiated off him in waves, chilling her to the core. "You didn't wear the dress."

　　"I told you I wouldn't. I still need to give it back to you."

　　Though he was clearly angry, Aaron's graceful waltz didn't falter in the slightest. Keeley hadn't danced with him like this in a long, long time. When was it? A charity gala when they were newlyweds?

　　She had been so proud and ready to show off what she learned but Aaron only danced one song with her before going off to talk to business partners for the rest of the night. He didn't compliment her dancing at all.

　　"Why? Girls like clothes and accessories."

　　"I already had one. It was presumptuous thing to do without even asking my opinion," she said sourly. "Gifts—especially expensive ones—should not be given to people who are practically strangers."

　　"You think I'm a stranger? After all the time we've spent discussing Shakespeare and Steinbeck?"