This man had always been so high-handed.
He would always do whatever he wanted, showing little regard for the feelings of others.
Savannah was suddenly annoyed by his confident manner.
Just then, the hall was filled with soft music. The lights dimmed, and many guests began to step into the dance floor.
She grabbed Chris by the arm, heading for the dance floor.
Chris, a little surprised, didn't refuse her. His left arm hooked her around the waist, and his right hand on her shoulder. They began to dance to the romantic music.
Dylan watched the man and the woman dancing on the dance floor, his eyes burning with some unfathomable emotion.
The dim light fell on his face, the antagonism in his eyes increased imperceptibly.
Finally, the music died.
Chris was about to go down with Savannah when Dylan ambled toward them.
"Mr. Sterling." Chris greeted him gently.