He didn't stop her. "When I came over just now, your sister was following me. I'm afraid she's still standing at the door."
Nora Ainsworth fumbled to turn on the light, which was blinding for a moment.
She teased, "Grant, I'll have you know, I'm not good at the piano, but I can dance. That's my strong suit. Wanna see?"
Quentin Grant sat beside her, a lazy look on his face. "Begin."
She began to dance gracefully, her elegance the same as ever. He couldn't help but stare, mesmerized.
She danced for over half an hour.
Only then did she slowly stop and leave.
She had taken the lead for once.
When she stepped out, she saw Sharon Ainsworth at the door just as she'd expected, only it was the door to Room 209.
She only dared to open the door and leave because she recalled Quentin Grant coming in through a door in the wall of Room 209. She had figured that part out long ago.
"Nora?" Sharon Ainsworth straightened up and looked at her. "What are you doing here?"
