The lights dimmed slightly, creating a romantic and mysterious atmosphere.
Many guests gradually stood up, walked hand in hand into the dance floor, and started dancing slowly to the music.
Sharon Quinn glanced at Mrs. Campbell beside her.
The two exchanged a glance and then laughed simultaneously.
Mrs. Campbell waved her hand, her tone relaxed with a hint of self-mockery.
"Ah, us old folks, can't dance anymore. Our legs aren't like before."
Sharon Quinn also smiled and agreed, "Yes, let the young people have fun, the excitement is theirs."
Vivian Sinclair pursed her lips, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her dress.
She felt a surge of embarrassment.
She didn't want to dance, yet was afraid that outright refusing would seem impolite.
Especially with both mothers smiling nearby.
The atmosphere had reached this point, and she couldn't find a suitable reason to escape.
