"Not dancing? That's not acceptable. You've been learning for over ten years, not letting you dance is such an injustice. People will say I'm unreasonable."
Henry Sullivan looked at her, feeling quite accomplished.
"It's not that you're not letting me dance, it's just that I don't want to anymore."
"Well, since you insist on not wanting to dance anymore, there's nothing I can do.
But I think there are still things you need to confess."
Ivy Miller gritted her teeth, so petty, the pettiest person in the world.
"If I can't think of anything right now, then I can only go through a few more rounds tonight."
"Ah, right," he had just finished speaking, and Ivy immediately added, "Uncle, you're right. I have one more thing to confess; I won't wear miniskirts anymore."
Henry Sullivan nodded, "You could be so good, but you insist on being irritating," he said while tapping her nose, "Considering how smart you are, this will be the last time tonight."
