The band started calling people up on the
dancefloor.
“You two should have the first dance together!” Melanie
beckoned the photographer back over nudging Alice into the arms of Edgar as she
did so.
“I’m not much of a dancer.” Stuttered Edgar with a terrified
look of his face.
“Poppycock!” Melanie laughed and then snorted. “One two
three, one two three.” She turned to Alice. “You can manage that surely?”
Accepting the challenge Alice grabbed Edgar’s hand. “We’ll
just sway a bit in time to the music, let them get a few photos,” she whispered
in his ear.
Awkwardly they moved to the dance floor and soon found some
kind of rhythm although Edgar was no good at moving his feet and kept stepping
on her toes.
He apologised every time until Alice asked him how he got
into the wine business.
“Kind of stumbled into in, bit like I’m stumbling here
actually.” His smile was genuine. Alice found
herself relaxing for the first time that evening.
“I have a farm, Brook Farm although now it’s changed its
name to Summer Brooke Winery!”
“Would that be with an e?”
Edgar guffawed at her mimickry, swept her around almost
gracefully this time before treading on her foot again.
“So was it Sebastian’s idea this yellow dress? Are you a
model of something?”
“No way. To be honest my friend found this dress in a
charity shop and made a few alterations. She’s great with a sewing machine.
Sebastian forgot to tell me it was a black and white ball.”
“Bit of a prat if you ask me. You are far too good for him.”
“Ah but I’ve been dreaming of someone like him noticing me
for far too long.” She sighed. “Really I should have set my sights on a kind
man like you Edgar.”
A man often overlooked, discarded for the more self-assured
Sebastian’s of this world. It made perfect sense in her head but then she
caught sight of her elusive date, every bit the knight in
shining armour, striding towards her with purpose and she couldn’t help it but her
heart melted…
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