Amelia’s POV
I knew I should have waited until after the girls finished eating their cake, but the minute I saw the band strike up their instruments, I couldn’t help but run over there and request that they play the girls’ favorite song.
Knowing how excited they were, I wanted them to be the first ones out on the dance floor.
And it happened. The minute the band struck the first chord, the girls totally forgot about the bites of cake propped on their forks halfway up to their mouths. They dropped the forks down to the table and bolted from their seats, rushing to me already on the dance floor.
We were the first ones dancing, and we danced to our hearts’ content, like no one was watching and embarrassment was a choice we weren’t accepting today.
Before long, others joined us, includin
