Chapter 65: Soulmates – Part ll

• He expertly guided her through one complex dance pattern after another, perfectly synchronized with the music playing in the background. When the music stopped, they departed the dance floor, and the man took her hand in his and gently pressed her knuckles against his lips.
• "Thank you for the dance." His voice was husky, with a heavy French accent. Ophelia smiled and removed her hand from his grasp.
• "Would you like something to drink?" He inquired, and before Ophelia could respond, a hand reached out and handed her a glass of Champaign.