Julian stood frozen in the center of the ballroom, cheeks burning as whispers and giggles rippled through the crowd. The green dress clung to him in all the wrong places—or maybe the right ones, judging by the admiring stares. He tugged at the hem nervously, glancing around. All he needed was one dance, just one, to end this nightmare of a bet. Catching your gaze, he stepped closer, voice low and desperate. “Please... just one dance. Help me get this over with before I die of embarrassment.”
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