People Aren't Meant to Be Fixed! (4 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 154

Of course, since I’d assumed dancing was something done by a man and a woman, it was unexpected when Ellaila briefly asked Ronowe—not Carlisle—to be her partner.

“It’s not like I can’t do it.”

Thinking about it, Ronowe temporarily stepping in as a practice partner wasn’t an issue at all. From watching Carlisle and Beris during etiquette lessons, the male steps didn’t seem difficult—just matching the rhythm and moving one’s feet accordingly. The only differences were where to place the right and left hands and the angle at which to raise one’s arms.

Besides, Ronowe had already mastered every dance perfectly; with that innate talent, what couldn’t she do?

“Brother Carlisle isn’t doing it, so older sister…”

Just then, Beris, who’d been slumped on the sofa, abruptly sat up, and I couldn’t help but smile, acknowledging his remarkable resilience.

“Oh, so your stamina’s fully recovered now?”

“No, it’s not!”

When I added that I could just take Beris back to practice with Ellaila again, Beris instantly turned pale, spun around on the spot once, then declared he felt dizzy and absolutely needed to lie down for exactly ten more minutes.

“Look at how crafty he’s being.”

Uttering a soft “tch” in exasperation, I crossed my arms and looked toward Carlisle, Ronowe, and Ellaila—since Beris’s antics had momentarily made me lose track of how things were unfolding.

“Me?”

Ronowe, apparently not having expected to be asked as a practice partner, pointed at her own face with her right index finger in confusion. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise, blinking rapidly.

Beside her, Carlisle, who had been standing quietly, showed a flicker of emotion on his face for a few seconds—unlike his usual expression—before it quickly faded; it wasn’t displeasure, but rather something closer to disappointment.

“Damn it, now that he’s my sworn knight, did he secretly hope Ellaila would call for him?”

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