She was exhausted after being out so late the previous night. It was the third night in a row that Marcus had taken her to dinner and they’d gone dancing again last night. This time, it was to a wonderful salsa club and she’d learned that dancing didn’t have to be a sedate, formal event. Salsa dancing was wonderfully decadent and she was eager to try it again. Maybe she’d ask Marcus if they could go back again tonight. They were supposed to be having dinner again but he hadn’t mentioned where. Her mother was sitting on the opposite side writing down notes on something, probably Ana’s wedding plans which meant Ana didn’t want to have any knowledge of their contents. She’d already read the headlines and the major articles. She was skimming through the society sections and wondered what sorts of events were happening around town that she was missing out on. Not that she cared anymore. The past five days with Marcus had been magical and she wouldn’t trade those moments for the most festive balls.
