The Lost Alpha Princess by Riley Above Story
Chapter 25

Chapter 25 

I groaned when I say Victor’s Lamborghini outside the gate after school the next day. 

“Is learning how to dance that terrible?” Amy asked with a chuckle. 

“Yes,” I replied. “You didn’t see my last dance instructor lying on the floor with a broken arm. The poor man was in pain.” 

“Well, you say you don’t like Victor,” Amy teased. “So you shouldn’t care as much if he gets hurt.” 

“I would care if he got hurt because of me,” I said. “But it’s more than that. I’m tired of Victor watching me make a fool of myself.” 

“Then don’t do it,” Amy advised. “Nob*dy can make you take dance lessons.” 

“The ball means too much to Alex,” I said with a sigh. “I need to try my best.” 

“That’s all anyb*dy can ask of you.” Amy gave me a side hug. “See you tomorrow, Daisy.” 

“See you,” I said and walked to the Lamborghini. 

“How was your day?” Victor asked as he helped me into the car and closed the door. 

“Fine,” I replied and crossed my arms over my chest. Part of me resented being forced to do something I didn’t want to do. That seems to be happening a lot lately. 

Victor studied me for a moment. “Dancing can be fun. You may enjoy it,” he said and started the car. 

“My last dance instructor needed an ambulance because of me,” I said. “I’m sure he had fun.” 

Victor grinned. “I’m a better teacher than Ambrose.” 

“Yeah, you’re better than everyb*dy else at everything,” I mumbled. 

“Thanks for noticing.” Victor chuckled and pulled away from the curb. 

I rolled my eyes so hard I saw stars. 

I had my reasons for being grumpy about the ball. I couldn’t stop thinking about a dancing bear in a sparkly pink tutu that was entertaining people at a carnival I once 

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attended. The large audience laughed and pointed at the poor creature as it went through its routine. 

I don’t want to be a dancing bear at the ball. 

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Victor sensed my mood and allowed us to ride to my home in silence. Benson met us at the front doors to tell us the ballroom had been prepared for our lesson, as Victor requested. 

“Why are we using the ballroom?” I asked Victor. 

“That’s where you’ll be dancing the night of your ball,” Victor replied. “I want you to feel comfortable in the room.” 

“That’s a good idea.” I gave him a slight smile. Victor was trying his best. Maybe I should be a little more appreciative. 

We followed Benson to the far end of the west wing, where he opened ornately carved pocket doors. Inside that room was the most remarkable space I have ever seen. 

Two walls were lined with arched glass doors. The polished marble floor shone in the late afternoon light while chandeliers dripping with teardrop–shaped crystals sparkled above them. 

On the opposite wall was a gigantic fireplace large enough to stand in. A lifesize portrait hanging above the mantle showed an attractive young couple in formal attire dancing gracefully together in this very room. They looked happy and in love. 

The vibes in the ballroom were pleasant. I smiled as I looked around, getting used to the elegant surroundings. 

I walked across the marble floor and stared at the images in the painting. “Who are they?” I was mesmerized. The painting glowed with a life of its own. 

“That’s your parents on their wedding day,” Benson replied. 

He walked across the room to me. “It was painted twenty–five years ago from a photo taken at their wedding reception. Your father was a young man then, and you look very much like your mother.” 

I gaped at the beautiful young woman in the picture. “I don’t look anything like her,” I said. “I wish I did.” 

“You could look more like her if you tried,” Victor said. 

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I shook my head. I knew I was hopeless. “I could never look as beautiful as her.” 

Victor gave a signal to Benson before he took my hands. Soon music began to flow through hidden speakers. It was a Waltz. 

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“Relax, Daisy, and look at me,” Victor said. “Don’t look at your feet. Always look at your dance partner. We will move as one.” 

I couldn’t believe how much easier it was to dance with Victor than with Ambrose. As we swirled around the ballroom several times, I laughed into his eyes. 

And then I looked away and stepped squarely on his foot. 

“Oh, I told you I am no good at this,” I started to walk toward the ballroom exit. My father would be disappointed in me, but it was better than sending another man to the hospital. 

“Where are you going?” Victor asked. “The lesson isn’t over.” 

“Yes, it is,” I said. “I’m a hazard to any man who dances with me. If Alex makes me dance at this ball, bodies will pile up in this room. 

Victor threw his head back and laughed. “Hardly. Stop exaggerating, and let’s get back 

to work.” 

The smug look on his face made me want to step on his foot harder. Yet I returned to him and allowed him to take me into his arms again. 

Victor was a patient teacher, and he is an excellent dancer. 

“Why is it easier to dance with you than with Ambrose?” I asked. 

“I’m better at dancing and with women,” Victor replied with a smirk. 

I fought the urge to kick Victor in the ankle and settled for another eye roll. 

“It’s true, Daisy,” Victor said. “Ambrose fancies himself as a smooth ladies‘ man, and he frequently takes advantage of his older clients and their wealth, but he’s not much of a dancer.” 

“Why did Alex hire him to teach me?” I asked. Maybe it was a good thing I broke his 

arm. 

“He didn’t know the man’s reputation,” Victor replied. “Your father barely had any social life after your mother died.” 

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Victor and I swooped around the dance floor again. Not thinking about my every movement and not constantly worrying about screwing up was working. I just let my b*dy move wherever Victor led me. 

I caught a glimpse of myself in the gilded floor–length mirrors on the fourth wall and was so mesmerized by the sight of me dancing in a man’s arms that I stumbled. 

Victor caught me before I fell. “Eyes on mine, Daisy” 

“I .I’m sorry.” I stammered. 

“Don’t be sorry.” Victor’s voice was gentle. “You’re learning, and you’re doing well. But I don’t expect you to dance perfectly yet.” 

I nodded as he began leading me around the floor again. Victor had been right. He was a perfect dance instructor. I enjoyed dancing, and I enjoyed being in his arms. 

The realization made me look away. I couldn’t have feelings for Victor. He was the kind of man I always hated, a greedy, power–hungry Alpha. 

“Eyes on mine, Daisy,” Victor said as we swooped and turned around the dance floor. 

The romantic dancing was manipulating my emotions. Victor and I weren’t falling in love. We were simply learning to get along. 

I tried to imagine William in Victor’s place, his arms around me, his eyes smiling into. mine. But all I saw was Victor’s handsome face inches above mine. 

His arms suddenly pulled me closer until my breasts flattened against his hard chest. and his head lowered. I felt a strange yearning as his l*ps came closer to mine. 

Was Victor going to k*ss me?! 

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