Chapter 89 Forced to Dance with Blake

I knelt beside Elva in the ballroom, adjusting the sash on her golden dress. She yawned widely, rubbing her eyes with tiny fists.

"Mommy, I'm tired," she mumbled, leaning against me.

My heart clenched. She needed rest, but we couldn't leave—not yet.

"Just a little longer, baby," I whispered, brus...