When Antony said getting warmed up, being the serious man that he was, he actually, quite literally meant getting warmed up properly.
The two of them dropped to the floor, right in the middle of the ultra royal-core room. They stretched their legs out, circled their arms like they usually did for their dance sessions.
Kaija stole a glance at the handsome man striking a perfect arm stretch next to her, brow twitching faintly. Though she hadn't watched that many romantic movies, she was sure there was no scene with the couple stretching and warming up before a slow dance.
"Your hand, please, my lady," Antony said, extending his hand toward hers. His head bowed, and his one knee lowered.
With the prince-like attire Antony had worn since he arrived at the Open Hall still on: tailored trousers the same brown color as his hair and a camel suit jacket over a white shirt, Antony looked every bit like a royal prince to Kaija's eyes right now.
