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nced closing the deal. "That's a huge sum" I commented, hiding my face with my wine glass. "Huh?" Dorian brought his head to my level. "I said that's a huge sum of money, I get it's for charity I mean if I had that sum, I'm giving it out for charity but-" "They have that amount, and they wished to give it out for charity." I bit my lips and slowly nodded my head in shame. He must not have known what It's like to not grow up rich. "Right" "No one wants to beat the One hundred and fifty thousand?" what did I miss? My eyes widened in shock as someone from the back seat shouted. "Two hundred thousand" "Two hundred dollars going for the Marina RV 3000 painting from the '50s" Everyone murmured but no one countered it. "Two hundred dollars is a deal" he shouted and the crowd cheered and clapped. "Oh my god, this is too much to take in" Dorian laughed handing me another fresh glass of wine. "You'll get used to it." After the bidding, we went to the hall where everyone was slow-dancing to the music. By this time the wine had kicked in already I could feel it in my head and all over my body. "Do you want to dance?l He asked. "You read my mind" I stretched my arms out to meet his and we pulled me to the dance floor. The lights went dim setting the mood as we moved to the beat. The song gradually went slower so did our rhythm. I could feel his hands wrapped around my waist while mine went up around his neck. The breath of wine surrounds us. My heart was beating out of my chest and I avoided looking at him. "You move gracefully, Zaria" his voice sounded heavy. "Thank you. So do you" I chuckled. I raised my head with courage only to find him staring at me. I would have said it was a coincidence but he kept staring into my soul. His dark eyes, covered by some falling hair, scanned my face, all attempts to calm my racing heart were in vain because now I could h