It's entrancing, but she doesn't need to have to worry about others questioning their relationship. Not when she should be mingling with people her own age, those in the industry that can bring her higher, can take her father. One guy askes for a second dance, then a third. They dance together, having a great time even as Rene feels his ears go red. He'd rather be able to dance with her, to pull her close, to have an excuse to touch more than her hands. Even with Therese's half-permission, half-apology, it doesn't feel right to be with her in public as anything more than her manager. But when the music slows and the same guy offers a slow dance, Rene can't take it. He can deal with the adoring fans. The bouncers who look her over like she's the best meal they'll never have. But this, a guy getting closer and closer, a man who isn't him making her smile like that, putting his hands on her when he barely knows her .... Before he realizes what he's doing, he's cut in. Celine blinks at him, looks to the other guy who had offered his hand, then takes Rene's as she blushes. She bites her lip as he slides an arm around her waist and pulls her hand onto his shoulder. "Something wrong, Rene?" He can hear the laugh in her voice. "Not now." He pulls her closer and twirls her across the dancefloor, always pulling her close again. "It's been so long since we danced." "Too long." She agrees, breathless as he dips her. He chuckles and pulls her back to him. She rests her head on his shoulder. "I can't believe we're going home soon." "Focus on tonight instead." He whispers.
