she really be that elegant? The nude-coloured dancing shoes made her look as if she were dancing in bare feet. She looked like some kind of princess. The fairy ballerina she’d wanted to be, as a child—and Liam was the one who’d taught her how to dance lightly instead of clumsily.
‘Perfect for the waltz,’ was Rhoda’s assessment.
Polly hugged her. ‘Thank you so much. I wouldn’t have had a clue where to start. You’ve been brilliant.’
‘It’s my job,’ Rhoda said, but the sparkle in her eyes told Polly that she was pleased to be appreciated. ‘Now you go out there tomorrow night and knock their socks off.’ She patted Polly’s shoulder.
‘I’ll do my best,’ Polly promised.
At the dress rehearsal, Liam just stared at her. ‘Wow. You look amazing.’
Polly smiled. ‘Thank you. Let’s just hope my dancing will be up to it.’
‘It will be.’
He believed in her. Really believed in her.
If only she’d had the courage not to back away from him again that morning. But she hadn’t. Still didn’t.
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