The noisy music kept echoing in the spacious hall, but no one spoke, and there was no whispering. It seemed that everyone was shocked by this unexpected appearance, so they could not make any sound. Their heads were in a state of accident, and they could only open their mouths in surprise and stare at the man standing on the high place without moving.

Emma raised her chin high and looked at the figure intently, staring quietly. She could clearly see the golden dust dancing lightly on her broad and straight shoulders. Her eyes couldn't help but feel hot, and indescribable emotions surged up, lingering in the hot mist in her eyes.

Emma only felt that her heart had stopped beating. She wanted to open her mouth to shout, but she was also afraid that he did not come for herself; she was still afraid that this was a dream. As long as she spoke, everything would disappear, and the beautiful dream would wake up. The cruel reality would make her smash the ground from the sky. So, her mouth opened slightly, but the voice stuck in her throat. She could only stand in place stupidly, expecting but nervously at a loss.

"There, there, Emma is there!" Mia shouted to the people around her, constantly pulling everyone, letting everyone's eyes look at Emma's position. She slapped Derek repeatedly, asking him to help divert everyone's attention and point out Emma's location. She knew that Emma's wish was fulfilled; she knew that the man had really appeared. She knew.

Beth stood in the crowd, noticed Mia's movements, and hurriedly pulled Archie to greet him. Gradually, everyone's eyes gathered in the same direction.

Miranda, who was standing next to her, had her muscles stiffened and her face turned pale. At this time, she could not even get angry because she was too shocked, so shocked that all her emotions were stiff in her head. She just looked at the man in the spotlight with a dumbfounded look. The storm of the eyes swept over in an instant, making her wish she could disappear directly, but her steps were firmly fixed on the spot and unable to move.

Then... the crowd made way to the left and right sides, creating a passage that led from the stairs to the girl, and all the scenes became clear in an instant.

So the man took another step and left the steps, but the spotlight and attention did not disappear, and he followed step by step, as if everyone had held their breath, following the man's footsteps, jumping, and surging. The surroundings were so noisy, but so quiet, the noisy music was still playing tirelessly, so quiet that the sound of footsteps gradually approaching clearly.

Emma felt like a fool. The ups and downs of gains and losses made her unable to react at all. She just stood there stupidly like a wooden stake, watching the man's footsteps stop in front of her, and then her breathing also stopped, holding her breath tightly, and the sound of the heart hitting her heart was extremely clear, which made her cheeks apply a light layer of rouge, shy and embarrassed, but she still couldn't bear to look away, and just raised her head and looked over through the hazy water light.

Then, she saw a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, a little helplessness, a little joke, a little light, just like the gurgling stream flowing under the bright/spring/light, rippling in that clear and bright blue. At this moment, she slowly fell, fell into love, deeply fell into love, deeply.

It's a little bitter, a little sweet, a little excited, a little uneasy, and a little beautiful.

The man put his left hand behind and politely raised his right hand, "Is there any honor I have to invite you to dance together?" The cello-like sound was slowly pulling, beautiful and mellow, as if only you need to hear the vibration frequency to make people melt.

Through her clear eyes, Emma could clearly see her embarrassed and embarrassed posture, which made her a little panicked and helpless. She burst into laughter and her breathing finally smoothed again. The familiar woody fragrance lingers under her nose, reminding her that the distance between the two of them was so real. The feeling of her heart beating was so real, reminding her that all this was not a dream.

The smile on the corner of his mouth rose gently and slowly fell into his eyes, "You are late." Emma said with a chuckling, the hotness in her eyes slid down like this, but the happiness in her eyes became more and more violent.

The man couldn't help but let out a low laugh, "So, did I miss your first dance?"

Emma raised her hand, wiped the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand, shook her head brilliantly, "No, you know, the first dance will always be kept for a special person."

This sentence made the man stunned for a moment, with a faint surprise and panic in his eyes. He seemed to have never expected this sudden confession at all, but Emma mustered up the courage, took a step forward, completely shortened the distance between her and the man, and then put her left hand in the man's right hand, held it tightly, and said loudly, "So, are you ready to dance together?"

Lance looked at the light in Emma's eyes quietly. After a moment, he raised his left hand and held Emma's waist, and said with a smile, "My honor." Then he took Emma into the dance floor, took the gentle steps, shouldering all the attention, and dancing gracefully.

Everyone in the audience seemed to be at a loss because of such an accident. They did not expect Lance's attendance, nor did they expect Lance and Emma's dancing. The story that seemed to be a plot in the movie actually happened, making everyone dumbfounded.

It is not because of the recent news events, but because of the "Sin City" that achieved box office success this year. There is no doubt that Lance is the most popular director in Hollywood, and his personal charm and appeal have reached an unimaginable peak. Hollywood is the world's largest star-making factory. There has never been a shortage of top superstars here, but there are only a handful of people like Lance who have achieved even more brilliant results than actors as a director. This is like opening a mysterious door for the audience and Hollywood, and seeing a new field.

Young and promising, talented, distinctive personality, handsome and handsome... It seems that every label is enough to make people crazy, but now it is all concentrated on the same man, which is too incredible.

Today, now, at this moment, this man appeared at the graduation prom of an ordinary high school and appeared in the real life of these ordinary students. The reality of fairy tales and reality staggered in the face.

Slowly, gradually, slowly, after the brief shock disappeared, the uncontrollable excitement began to rise. Everyone at the dance scene was in panic due to excessive excitement, and even the language became fragmented. They could only scream, shout, jump, and vent the restlessness in their blood in this way.

Beth's eyes were already filled with tears at this time. Looking at Lance and Emma dancing, she was sobbing that she couldn't speak. Archie, who was standing next to her, hugged her girlfriend in her arms and printed a kiss on her forehead, "You should be happy for Emma, ​​aren't you?" Beth nodded repeatedly, "I know" words were vaguely on her lips, sobbing, but she couldn't hear any word clearly.

He raised his head and Beth found where Mia was. Mia had a big smile on her face, then gave her a thumbs up, as if she had expected this scene to happen. Derek, who was standing next to him, shook his arms excitedly, and every part of his body showed his throbbing, which made Beth burst into laughter.

At this moment, Lance and Emma's dance steps passed before Beth. She blinked playfully at Emma, ​​then waved her hands and greeted her, which made Emma's cheeks slightly hot. As soon as she turned around, she heard Lance's low voice ringing in her ears, "That seems to be your supporter."

Emma raised her head from Lance's chest and looked up at the deep eyes, "That's my good friend, Beth Hoyt. She knew I'd sent you a dance invitation."

Lance suddenly realized and nodded slightly, "So, she also knew that I came here just to do you a little favor, is there no other meaning?"

Emma could feel the hot body temperature transmitted to her palm through her clothes. The familiar breath made her heart beat completely lose its regularity. She felt that she had completely lost the initiative like a puppet, and her every move fell into the control of Lance. But at this moment, when she heard this sentence, the boiling blood in her body began to gradually cool down. She did not find any unnecessary emotions in her eyes, only the calm and casualness of the clouds and winds, but revealed cold alienation and indifference.

She knew that this was his response to the "first dance". He was not her dance partner, he was just helping; her confession was rejected, and there was no bright color between them; he clearly drew the boundary and opened the distance between the two people again.

He is not her prince charming.

She originally thought that all this would last longer and that this dream would not wake up so quickly. Cinderella's fairy tale lasted until midnight to ring the bell, but her unrequited love ended before twelve o'clock.
Chapter completed!