My Fiancée Hates Me [Completed]

Chapter 20: Practice

Preparing for my first debut ball in my first life...

Step.

"Ow..."

I accidentally stepped on Erik's toes for maybe the fifth time.

"I'm sorry," I told Erik.

"It's fine... Love can get me through anything," Erik said.

Ah, he is pale...

"...If love could get us through anything, we would not need doctors or other religions," Garett said.

"Welcome back," Erik told Garett.

"...Yeah. Have you two been dancing for so long?" Garett asked.

"We just started a half an hour ago," Erik answered.

"From the looks of your shoes, it looks like you have taken quite the beating..."

I had no words to deny it.

I released Erik's hands.

"I think I will go back to my previous instructor..."

"Switch over to me," Garett said as he moved in between us. He impertinently grabbed my hands without any warning and positioned them onto himself. He then placed his hand by my waist and pulled me in much closer. "You have to be around this distance."

It was a bit too close for my comfort, but I suppose that is what dancing with another person is like.

The music soon began playing. I felt as though I was being led strongly by Garett. Erik was so gentle with teaching me before. The difference made it difficult for me to catch up.

I soon made a mistake and overstepped when I was not supposed to. I thought that I would step on Garett's toes, but missed by a hair.

"Phew..."

"Let me teach you as well, Prince Erik... When she makes a mistake, you must avoid it and retaliate," Garett said as he stepped down on my toes.

I flinched from the pain.

"...You are too cruel, Garett," Erik said.

"They say that when the gentle approach does not work, it is better to learn through pain," Garett said coldly.

"Lady Wordsworth?" my dance partner called out to me.

"Yes?" I answered him as I snapped back to reality.

My dance partner was a senior. He already had experience in dancing. It was not his first time being a representative either.

"I was calling you for awhile, Lady Wordsworth..."

"My apologies... I am used to being called that."

"May I have the pleasure of calling you by your given name then?"

"...Of course."

"You can also call me by my name, Glen Elsie."

All of the first years were to be trained by elder students. The other students were getting tutoring lessons from the other instructors. About halfway, we would switch and repeat the process.

Senior Glen happened to ask for my hand first.

Glen Elise was the previous student council president. He retired from his position last year. He was gifted looks of having chestnut brown hair and peridot green eyes and much charisma. In short, he is a capable man with also good looks.

"Yes..."

Charlotte was dragging her partner around with her strength and refusal to yield to another man.