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Post by Kida Nedakh on May 29, 2016 3:07:25 GMT
"Good sir," Kida said, straining to keep a teasing bite out of her voice, "A dance with you is nothing. The tabloids make anything I do look bad. I may as well give them something to talk about."
Her father's goal for her was for her to be happy. He never wanted his career to be the way of doing something she wanted to do. They were followed by news crews and she had to play the part of a meek and quiet girl when watched but she was anything but. She appreciated the freedom she had between the two roles she had to play, one she had to play and the one her father knew she truly was. If it meant she went globe trotting, then she was half a country away at the next flight. If it meant she danced with strangers, she danced with strangers. She smiled back at him as he held her closer. There was barely any space between them, even though the music didn't call for that closeness. Her smile became a smirk after a moment and she closed the gap between their bodies. Her look was challenging, silently demanding he up the ante or fold.
"There are so many things we could do to send tongues wagging." She said.
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