A Calculated Dance

Vivienne’s POV

Wyatt stepped in closer, slipping a hand to the small of Nell’s back, and kissed both her cheeks too, but slowly. Like they were porcelain. Like he was afraid of breaking something delicate.

“You look beautiful tonight, Penelope.” He whispered as he released her.

Nell’s cheeks burned red.

I didn’t even try to suppress my grin.

“Well,” I said, clearing my throat. “I should, um, go f