Shattered

Twenty-Nine

-Emmaline's Point of View-

. . .

We drove for twenty minute into the bigger more flashy neighboring town and Jasper pulled up to what looked like an old abandoned warehouse.

It looked a bit doggy but I trusted Jasper so when he opened my door for me and held his hand out to me I placed my hand in his and got out of the car.

I held onto his hand and he looked down at me, he offered me a small smile before turning his hand and letting our fingers intertwine, "you ready?"

I smiled up at him and followed his lead into the building.

Once inside the door the building was actually brightly lit and at least different couples were in here.

"It's a dance studio." I exclaimed as I noticed the wooden floor and the mirrored walls with ballet rails.

"During the day time yes." He acknowledged. "At night it's just a simple dance hall for more traditional style dancing."

I looked around and for the first time I noticed the ladies were in beautiful dresses and long skirts while the men there wore various suits. Now I wasn't so worried about my outfit of choice.

Jasper led us to the dance floor just as a song began, he placed his hands in the proper spots and I placed my own hands accordingly, I had only seen this kind of dancing on television but always admired the dancers who could do them.

Jasper stepped back and with his hand in my waist pulled me with him. I looked down for what seemed like a minute just looking at his feet and no sooner had I memorized his footsteps had he placed a finger under my chin and brought my head up so that I was now looking up at him. He smiled down at me, even in heels he was sufficiently taller than me. With my eyes not leaving his once more, we continued the dance. never had I felt so elegant than when I was dancing with Jasper.

A couple more songs of the same kind played and Jasper and I danced to them as well.

But when the music changed to something much quicker Jasper stopped and removed his jacket, he undid his cuff links and folded his cuffs to his shirt up to his elbows.

"Can you foxtrot?" He asked excitedly.

I shook my head slightly amused, I have never seen Jasper so excitable. He quickly explained the steps to me and then showed me a little, I was horrible and couldn't stop laughing but he encouraged me to keep trying and I finally picked it up enough to dance with him.

Together we moved quickly, I stumbled on a few steps and accidentally stepped on his foot a couple of times to which he only laughed and corrected me.

After that we didn't take the dancing very seriously, but we were having a good time none the less.

"Last dance, and let's make it a waltz to close out the night." A very regal woman called out.

Jasper quickly fixed his shirt and then put his jacket back on before he held out his hand to me, we positioned ourselves once more and the music started. Couples all around us moved in perfect synchronization, and we moved along with them, but I didn't like the distance the Waltz requires so I let my hands fall to my sides.

Jasper was just about to ask me what was wrong when I hugged his middle and laid my head on his chest. He wrapped his long arms around me and swayed us along with the music.

When the music ended everyone clapped for each other and then we all exited into the lobby area.

"That was so much fun." I smiled as I took a seat, "but my feet are killing me now."