“You should dance with Mariah,” I said. “Yeah, I promised her I would, at some point.” “No, I mean during this song. Like, trade me for her, so she can be part of this. After all, she’s in the wedding party too.” Cole was silent a moment. And then, “I don’t want to dance with Mariah right now. I want to dance with you.” “I really don’t mind,” I said, suddenly desperate to make an escape before I broke down. “In fact, I insist.” “Cheyenne.” “Let’s move that way.” I took the lead, maneuvering us over to the side where Mariah stood. “Hey sweetie,” I said, smiling at her. “Want to dance with your
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