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Minho couldn't believe his luck.
Somehow, he had managed to not only work up the nerve and ask Alaska to dance, but she had accepted. He hadn't seen that coming. Even Chris and Jisung had urged him not to ask her, before Jisung ran out, because the three slices of cheesecake he ate weren't sitting right.
Minho had barely spoken a word to Alaska before, why now?
And honestly, they were probably right. Taking advantage of the fact that Felix couldn't be there wasn't the most gentlemanly thing he could have done.
But hey, he wasn't going to kick a gift horse in the mouth now, was he?
Alaska looked stunning in her flowing yellow dress. She always did, he supposed.
But even as she laughed at his jokes, and only stepped on his feet once, she hardly met his gaze as he talked. She kept looking past his left shoulder, towards the windows that surrounded the far walls of the ballroom.
Minho didn't have to ask why she was so distracted. He already knew.
Why did it always have to be about Felix? He couldn't help allowing bitter resentment fill his chest, his eyes narrowing as he watched the lovely duchess before him.
He had nothing against Felix, persay. They just had the bad luck of having the same taste in women, apparently. Minho didn't think he could change Alaska's mind in any way. She had made her decision, and he respected that. But a man could wish for just one night, couldn't he?
"What's wrong?" he asked as casually as he could muster.
Alaska's eyes snapped back to him, fully registering his presence for the first time that night. "Oh! Nothing. I'm sorry, I'm just easily distracted." She bowed her head, avoiding his eyes again.
