nna

Gala-the most anticipated off-

t the invitation. "Kena will be the

g cufflinks on a tuxedo shirt. "We are g

t-blue velvet gown that hugged every curve, featuring a dar

. Even in his wheelchair, he looked more powerful than any man in th

, the music stopped. Literal

looking like she ha

erve showing up

ity, Kena," Beckett

inking heavily. He

grape juice, stumbled past me. She "tri

did, showing the same lightning-fast

g the splash with the back of his tuxedo jacket.

Tiffany

" Beckett said loudly to the

led and scu

ra started

cle can't dance, maybe I should give

e with a cactus,

Elianna,"

nd pulled me to the

are you doing

ust

ime with the music, creating a pivot point for my steps. I stepped, he rolled. He pushed forward, I arche

e waist. I leaned back, trusting his grip, creating

erupted i

ines, holding his drink,

breathed, looking

look good,"

e hockey royalty e

losed, Beckett groaned. He dou

screamed. "

ing out on his forehead. "The movem

sorry," I cried. "Y

out. "To see you smil

breaking for this man who gave me ev